The Way Forward Poem by Madeline Arnold

I'll sit in a teeshirt and jeans today,
Not to make trouble, or to take haste,
My body is broken, my mind misplaced,
But I think I've found my common race.

I'm leaving behind the industrial taste,
Whatever the high, it wasn't worth the waste,
I'm moving on, at my own pace,
It's strange searching to find a new place.

My boyfriend's behind me, my friends the same way,
We're all giving up on the communal Satan,
It's not worth the trouble, tears, or rape,
We're giving up being insane.