Shit Don’t Stink

what’s written in history 

is largely ignored

an off shoot of a root 

meant to flourish 

is strangled of everything

it’s designed to be,

I’d love to hate the illusion 

but I can’t, 

I participate,

swim easily in its waters

my feet become freezing

when I’m pulled behind the break,

I drown silently, 

you don’t need a shark attack

to skin me, you don’t need 

a lifeboat to try and locate me,

I chose to let go

I chose to sink,

you think your shit don’t stink?

mine does