Confession

It is nearly impossible
to ever feel
[value
safety
or ease]
enough
to justify living

when Life continues
to cast me in the lead
always
as another’s
Dark Secret.

©Mayme Snow

MILCK Performs “Quiet” with GW Sirens and Capital Blend

I came across these ladies singing this song at the Women’s March on Washington and am so happy their work is taking off. They had never met before Saturday’s March, practicing the song via Skype during the days leading up to it. The artist MILCK wrote this song originally about living with childhood physical and sexual abuse – a problem that pediatricians and health workers both agree is an epidemic when it comes to affecting the health of our young women and men alike. Now this song is an anthem for a movement and I want to share it with you as a gift. You’re welcome.

Why I March

It is on behalf of those I know

who have lost their voices to violence,
who will never believe they alone are reason enough to leave a bad partner,
who will always be looking over their shoulders because they were born on another riverbank,
who are still in the closet,
who are seeking refuge from war and persecution abroad but do not know if they will be granted safety here,
who have yet to find the legs on which to stand up for themselves,
who were never taught that they were sacred,
who have never known what it means to be first, or safe, or worthy –

This is why I march.
© Mayme Snow

Iggy Pop – “The Passenger”

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger, I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight

Singing, la la la

Get into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
We’ll see the city’s ripped backsides

We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides

He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive

And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
‘Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine

Singing, la la la

Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side

He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride and ride and ride

Singing, la la la

Home for a While

This truck stop is Babylon
and I have become
one of its Whores.

Whether it is for
a quick buck
a full stomach
a taste of smack
or a tease of love

we are all here
with every thing
we own
with every one
we are

cramped into metal cages
surviving
on much less
than those who feed us
before moving on.

What is a Whore
but a ghost of a woman
moving door to door,
haunting who she has the capability to be?

The truck stop on I-95
is a ghost town
and I have taken up
residency.