Marina Abramović, an artist, an inspiration
No matter how many years pass
I will stare down the project of rhythm 0
I will look at her teary eyes as she is still
And I will weep for her every single time
No matter how many times I study it
I flip it back and forth in my hands
I play it over and over in my mind
And I can never grasp how anyone could ever want to hurt anyone.
And I see such mixed views of the art
Some say she deserves all that happened as she asked them to do so
Some say the subjects should've been better, should've been more kind
Some say she shouldn't have done the project at all, it was unethical
I think it was beautiful, and I think it was tragic
I think that no matter how many years I do this life
I think that no matter how long I try to understand
I think that no matter how hard I try to grasp it
I will never understand the desire to hurt someone
Sure, I hate a lot of bitches
And I could stand here and cuss everybody I hate out like I want them dead by morning
But when the sun starts to rise on a new day I will still hope they are not in pain
I'll hope my words sting like a mother fucker, but I'll never sharpen my insults with blades
And this is ridiculous
And where did all this violence come from
And why does no body see the issue
And why doesn't anybody care as much as I do
And why can't people understand that it is wrong to hurt others, even with a good reason
And why won't people just use their words without screaming at the top of their lungs
And why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.
I can't even put a question mark. No one has an answer.
There is one saving grace here and only very few can see it. And it's been spoken of before. It's been thought of before. It's been speech, word, voice, mind, heart, soul, power, strength, pride, lust, knowledge, love, sight, feeling.
Unity.
