Go Make Art

I’ve seen fake worry

put on a badge

and call itself law,

seen fear dressed up

as wisdom,

control dressed up

as care.

After a while,

even joy starts to look

like contraband.

You start feeling guilty

for laughing too loud,

for resting,

for wanting more

than survival.

But that is how they win:

by making aliveness

feel irresponsible.

So here is my advice,

my rebellion,

my plea 

go make art.

Make something useless

to the machine

and holy to your spirit.

Paint.

Write.

Sing.

Arrange flowers like a manifesto.

Cook soup that tastes like defiance.

Wear color like you mean it.

Let them call it frivolous.

They have confused suffering

with virtue for far too long.

Happiness is not illegal.

It is simply

harder to govern.

Go make art.