To Jon Stewart.
Your hair has gone silver in recent years,
currents of slick metal gracing backwards like a river,
hinting to the yamaka you are known to wear at times
your smile is one part smug, one part intelligent, and one part,
i watch your political commentary in the safe haven of my kitchen
alone, my parents and brother working the graveyard shift.
i repeat for emphasis, i watch your political commentary. alone.
i eat my dinner as a youthful courtier while
you deliver insightful, spot on and humorous commentary on world issues.
your jokes all hit the ground running. going for the gold.
and the finish line is my heart.
your late night television program is an hour long
eden for liberal youth. Lush, green with
progressive ideology but
amidst the green i see the piercing blue of your eyes.
let's talk about sarah palin's recent teleprompter disaster in iowa, jon.
and i'll laugh and remember your performance in Wishful Thinking,
the 1996 rom com starring drew barrymore.
your hair wasn't yet gray then, jon.
yes, yes, you were making movies before i was even born.
and yes, you're married. and yes, you proposed to your wife
via crossword puzzle which is despicably adorable
but i could take her in a fight, easy.
unlike "tracy" i haven't had so many years to become weak and frail.
our eventual romance aside,
how do you do it?
how does one hold talent within this cage people call a body?
it is such a gift to carry both wisdom and
comedy on your shoulders.
to bear the brunt of power, to be able to change someone's mind
with one witty line?
i'm still a 16 year old girl, sometimes
i don't know how to open car doors but i look at my hands
and know that i can hold potential.
i hear people laugh and know that within those crashing sound waves is change.
when told that our world is broken, or our society is messed up, i say: no.
there is so much possibility here. and now within all these people around me
and when i'm not afraid i dare to say that there is something special
within me. i
know there is stardust in the molecular compounds of my skin
and when i see my reflection i look in the black of my eyes
and amidst that plunge of nothingness i see a beginning.
i see the youth of my generation making something better.
we may be lazy and dumb and stupid and immature and
liable to spend their time on things like writing love letters to comediens but
i see my generation being better.
we are a beginning of a something
and that something becomes a some more things and some more things
become somedays and the somedays become better days
so long as we keep pushing and going and changing and working
and fighting and if
all i can do is make you laugh
i'm gonna make you laugh forward and up and onward
i'm gonna make each bit of star dust you and me are shine and glimmer and spark
and that spark can start a fire
and that fire can burn down what is old and make room for new growth
but this generation can't do that
without the last generation giving us hope that we can.
so jon stewart, even if things never work out between us,
thank you for inspiring me. and being a gorgeous man.