nuclear family

losing your way

as you try to find the end

of a rainbow called nuclear family.

feeling uncomfortable

in your own skin

waiting for someone

to scoop you out of it

like metal spoons and

ice cream.

men and women,

women and men,

there's no escape

from the binary code

we're trapped in.

just 0s and 1s,

over and over

telling a tale

that no one can read.

nuclear family, nuclear family

waiting to be detonated.

nuclear family, nuclear family,

stocked up in some twisted arms race

waiting to claim

superiority

over all.

but as we walk

along this rainbow

at some point we realized

that we need to stop focusing on the end.

we are the rainbow.

the nuclear family has been detonated,

scattered to the wind,

yet no less important, no less valid

than us.

skirts passed

from hand to hand

man or not,

we wear what we want,

but that doesn't make them

any less meaningful.

what we take, we've already earned

we're not stealing your pie from your

stuffed mouths

we're baking our own

and giving it

to our starving children

so they can learn

can grow

and be

who we want

who we need

them to be.

this isn't the end of the

arms race

nuclear families aren't being laid to waste

it's just that maybe we should

vary our weapons

and find new ways

to survive.