Rev A Solution

There are times when I feel like I could stop breathing,
or maybe should stop,
like a bomb could explode right outside of our back door
and instead of it not making a difference to anyone
but my friends and family, it would change the world.


It should change the world,
but rather it would be printed in the local paper,
neighbors who never knew us mourning just because of proximity,
that they should have known us
but never took the time to do anything but look up as we drove by.


I wonder if everyone thinks about creating a revolution;
one that becomes the hugest in history, like Hitler
and how he killed those Jews, but then I watch everyone turn on the
TV, not paying attention to the real comedy in this world, and instead
laughing with the rest of commercial America to actors/actresses they will never be.


How do I start a revolution? How do I become the next Martin Luther?
I’m not black or anything special but a woman and no one wants to hear
some woman talkin’ bout corrupt politicians, as if a woman actually knows
something about politics, talkin’ bout people lying about what they say
they stand for, talkin’ bout poverty and hate. No one wants to hear me but me.


There are times when I want to threaten a news caster with a knife,
to let me speak, and there are times when the right song could
push me to do it. There are times when I have rocks in my chest
from thinking about it, hearing about it, and I want to throw them
at the TV screens of Americans. But then a commercial comes on and I flip the channel


with the rest of America.