History speaks for itself,
Echoing errors of the past.
History hides in itself,
Muzzling the lessons taught.
History repeats by itself,
We but control this iteration.
When I was old enough to type,
I used the internet for research.
All known societies,
At my finger tips.
As I grew the internet did too,
Not just a location for knowledge,
But one scattered with opinions,
Not based on fact or consensus.
In school I found more often than not,
Historic figures taught as statues.
Not what once was breathing humans,
Sterilized versions of examples.
What we see now?
All only reoccurrences.
Ev’ry societal pitfall,
Has occurred prior to now,
Ev’ry humanity triumph,
Consolidate moving forward.
Our human species hasn’t lasted long,
How long will history write itself?
Our technology is cutting edge,
While fear and anger cloud judgement.
Our Earth will survive regardless,
Only we remain the question.
Brittan began writing poetry in June 2020. She uses poetry as a therapeutic exercise when revisiting homophobic traumatic memories and describing life with BPD & Bipolar 2. She uses poetry as a medium for self-expression when discussing Buddhism, lesbianism, and platonic love.