Politics of Feelings

I don't get the concept behind it, so I sit here with my hand to my chin like wise old men do when playing chess. As I try to evaluate the state of things, like somehow my awakening will somehow stir up movement in a generation silenced out of fear. Fear that if they say how they feel that they'll get hurt by a government trained to make the rich richer; or the one you love being intimidated by your feelings and you end up losing because of the lack of reciprocity. So it's a game this life thing; and as much as I try to keep it real I find myself staying quiet when I really wanna speak. Like when I wanna tell her how I feel, and based on the knowledge of her own feelings I stay muted when I really wanna turn up the volume so that what I have to say is heard by her. But the volume of my words into the mass of your emotions doesn't equate the density of an us. So I sit silenced marinating in the feelings I have to keep bottled up in this limited space and venting it in a direction that my kite is forced to fly in. And I sit here watching as it loses ascension

Royalty

They try to tell me that because I don't own a palace with servants that feel honored to wipe my ass, that somehow I'm not a queen. Telling me that because I don't have a castle on a hill, that my life is just a minor thrill. Not valued much. You're telling me that because I don't have a crown made of the finest jewels that the capacity of my thought processes are inferior.
But as I grab this microphone and situate my speakers at the four corners of the earth I tell them, that wherever I sit that's my throne and in it I rule my destiny. I tell them that I don't need a tangible crown because what I have is more salubrious and that's a mind that doesn't conform to your beliefs.
So you can take your theory of royalty and shove it up your royal asshole!!!