Dreds

It was the perfect trick
to blow my nose and walk out the door
after performing a touching speech
on wild-life preservation and domestic violence.

I stand in the hallway laughing
my dreds tinkling against my ears
   and kick the toe of my hemp sandal
against the tiled linoleum

(cause I’m always one to make noise)

My brown leather eyes dimple
     but I quickly run my hand down my face
to wipe away the smile,
and walk back in saying I forgot
my lipstick (how appropriate).

I’d rather spit at them
           that I forgot my apple on their desk
and my bible up their ass.

But, they press quickly to me
 saying they never knew, they’ll make laws
and toss me pretty pictures
of a world full of equality.

I walk out laughing and crying,
at the proposed affirmative action,
Amish dairy farming and vegetarianism
supposed to stop date rape and prevent
Materialism’s rash.

These revolutionaries
want to go back and change history
to where the other side fucks everyone over.

Women can now do the raping,
industries will become the slaves to the people,
our children will be the ones to kill us
when we’re born,
the meek shall inherit the earth,
the trees will be saved, houses demolished,
and we’ll live in caves and struggle to remember
how to heat mac and cheese over the open flame.

I sigh, pulling my solar paneled car out
into the traffic of an industrial sewer,
and begin on Plan B: to take over the world.