A Year and Some Change Later

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A little over a year ago, a former classmate and friend of mine took her own life.

I have spent a good portion of last year grieving this in a variety of ways. One of the ways was writing a poem:

https://songbirdsparkle.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/day-three-napowrimo-elegy/

Mostly, I want to say that I know that we’re all going through something (if we’re honest most of us always have something to celebrate and something to mourn) but please reach out if you feel like you can’t handle what you’re going through.

May we all know how loved and beloved we are.

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(Practicing) Seva

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Drawn and Quartered, You cut the rope,

Now I take cautious steps toward hope,

I hope to be brave, I hope to keep curious,

Puzzle pieces connecting to beauty so endless,

Constellations of events lie behind and ahead of me,

But I will never forget what you said to me,

“Connect, it’s not hard, embrace the O/other and be embraced,

You have the right to ask questions, It’s going to be okay,

You’re not alone, me too,

When everything is fakakta nourish yourself and others with good food.”

 

 

Pro(found) Excerpts from “Shooting An Elephant”

Excerpts from “Shooting An Elephant”

All credit goes to: George Orwell

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“As for the job I was doing, I hated it more bitterly than I can perhaps make clear. In a job like that you see the dirty work of the Empire at close quarters. The wretched prisoners huddling in stinking cages of the lock-ups, the grey, cowed faces of the long-term convicts, the scarred buttocks of the men who had been flogged with bamboos-all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt”

“A story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes”

“I perceived in this moment when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys…it is condition to his rule that he shall spend his life trying to impress the ‘natives’ and so in every crisis he has to do what the ‘natives’ expect of him. He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it”

“Even then I was not thinking particularly of my own skin, only of the watchful yellow faces behind. For in that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the ordinary sense, as I would have been if I had been alone”

 

Figures

This poem is inspired by my time living in the inner city of St. Louis, witnessing the election and presidency of Barack Obama, the fabulousness that is RuPaul and the movie “Hidden Figures”

 

Carrot oil,

Obscured stars and soil,

Country Roads,

Cars filled with smoke.

 

Bass and pork fried rice,

Boss and humble pie,

Brave, beyond our years,

Beige and cocoa tears.

 

“Believe” “in yo weave” “in something beautiful”

Believe, in your dreams, transforming dull into delightful.

Yes.

You.

Can.

 

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Midsummer

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Artist: Helena Nelson ReedΒ 

 

Powdered ivory ice sky clay,

Rolling pin clouds, reveal the day,

An inhale, a moment, of post storm peace,

An inhale, a moment, of harmony achieved,

Now, diamond drops of dew,

Frame lily petals of royal citrus maroon,

We exhale our in/finitude,

Like burning sun, reflective moon.

Heroine’s Journey: Part 1

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Swallowing you whole your lover devoured you and spat you out in pieces each new day

In recesses of depths you were convinced you had lost the way,

Your fingertips and lips

grasped at embers while casually speaking of abyss,

The falling star sinkhole that your faith became,

The opal moonlight obscures and illuminates

The wobbly cobblestone labyrinth

The languid last breath and rushed first kiss

The dusk of uncertainty

Dawn’s constant reliable profundity,

All wrapped in soft white leather,

Bound in belief of something β€˜better’

Choirs of cascading notes cocoon

Seeds, Small feet, Planted, big shoes,

Lead and follow, same dance, branch to root