I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into unexpected shapes tumbling towards resolution.
What kind of no drama do they mean?
No drama, you cancer-girl.
No drama, you single mother.
No drama, you exhausted supermom
No drama, never-alone, it never-lets up homeschooler.
Stalwartness shall be your burden.
Go get lost in the garden, between the dried out chrysanthemums
And water the plants alone with your
Tears. No one wants to hear you, you
Aberration. You who dares speak
Louder than the crisped interstate hum,
You who feels its OK to say out loud
She disagrees. You who
Cries foul. Leave us.
We are busy cementing our
Feet in molasses pride. You girl
Dripping with your fat emotions,
Making puddles of
Noise and need and complications
Wherever you go–
“Get out of the way, drama queen” said them,
Which is
No person anyone has
Ever met, and
No human being at all.
I thought about this today, thinking about mental illness, women, and friendship and acceptance.
This poem came up)
Thanks Kelly. This was written awhile back when I read a post by someone about how happy they were to have someone out of their life and to be rid of their “drama.” It reminded me how my mom and family always called me a “drama queen.”
Oh my, I LOVE this
I feel the same way about the whole “remove toxic people from your life” movement… because apparently we’re all supposed to be shiny happy people all the time.
Fabulous.