The unshakeable truths of my youth
have been quivering amongst the cracks.
I see the spots of transparency
that details the holes in my youthful logic.
Can I condemn someone for choosing options
that I would not choose for myself?
The sex industry will never go away.
Standardize it and maybe people will see
the actual humans that are in it.
Unborn fetuses.
Whose life is worth more?
The mother or the child who people refuse to care for?
Moral ambiguities’ that I thought were solid
have crumbled under the weight of time’s experience.
Now, I find myself shuddering with horror at the same stories
but for entirely different reasons.
Saturn's Premier Poet 