I don’t want to put a bandage on the world.
I want to perform open heart surgery on it
Dig deep into humanity’s aorta and unclog it of its greed, hatred and violence
And at its times of hopelessness and faint heartbeats,
I want to have the skills necessary to resuscitate it
When the world’s lungs are weak that it hurts to speak
I want to be able to breathe life back to it
I don’t want to put a bandage on the world
I want to heal it.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 1, 2015
When The Cape Falls Off..
What happens when your hero turns their back on you?
When you’re nothing more than a past memory? A burden?
Perhaps there was no love there,
Perhaps obligation was their only motivation
Perhaps the love you thought you had was all a figment of your imagination
Perhaps unconditional had its conditions
Perhaps your dependency was too much, expectation too large
Perhaps their aspirations went too far
Perhaps they weren’t a hero at all.
When you’re nothing more than a past memory? A burden?
Perhaps there was no love there,
Perhaps obligation was their only motivation
Perhaps the love you thought you had was all a figment of your imagination
Perhaps unconditional had its conditions
Perhaps your dependency was too much, expectation too large
Perhaps their aspirations went too far
Perhaps they weren’t a hero at all.
Jul 13, 2015
What love means to me?
Love isn't effortless. That is a lie. Love is work. Love is always a choice. A decision we make that says .... That person is worth our time & effort. A declaration of investment in a person because you believe they're worthy of it. It is not biological or chemical. It is conscious. It is faith.
Jun 18, 2015
Fear of a Future Mother
My womb tightens with tension
Protecting the ovaries that would help create my yet unborn children
Every day I read the news my body cringes
Thinking of all the fathers and mothers praying that it wasn’t their
child
Being a cousin, daughter, a sister, a lover
A woman of color
That is more than enough pain, enough anxiety and trauma
Holding my hand to my stomach, I hope that by the time I’m ready the
world is more loving to my children
That they may love their mocha skin
as much as I will teach my children to
That they may embrace their wavy,
thick, rich hair when I style my children’s hair or let it run wild in a huge
afro
That they recognize and marvel at
their heritage and their resilient history as my children walk down the street
with pride
But for now, I pray for all the fathers and mothers hoping that it wasn’t
their child
For all the cousins, daughters, sisters, lovers
For all the men, and women of color
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