Why I Love
on the journey
It’s a breath we take towards a day
An evolved day
an encompassing move we pray
How we will speak when addressing every aspect
about any possible situation
it is this breath we breathe
The slightest of a response
we will qualify with only our name in conversation
we are or are not on a manhunt
If it is not so, let our blessings flow
Every breath should make it so
Yes, yes, we breathe, blessings we pray upon us all,
we will not leave it to be a punt
For a future day
to see the question
We must ask
In all circumstances
Take us out of an old box
Unintentionally intent with its intentionality
Old roads are paved, re-paved, & resurfaced with their single route intact
Humanity will take itself into a vortex of division
left to continually reapply a lie
Yes, yes, yesterday, yesterday’s past inhaled and exhaled
Allow the old wounds and fears
We, we, yes we, breathe life into those old boogie boos, to the point of tears
ghosts, lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my, we do whip the frenzy, the chaos,
Begin the repeat, rinse, wash, & repeat – those ominous gears
Say my name, say my name, like “Destiny’s Child,” –
no more- of the equivalence to passing on our rich heritage
This is not the same as filling out a wanted poster or information on an Amber alert.
No, no, no the shortest, simplest of conversations,
in a few seconds can indeed, indeed become captured by its false flag
Let us catch our breath, own our moment, breathe our truth.
We are all participating in our journey
In no way captured by a scripted reality show
Our journey to seeing each other, as individuals, unique unto ourselves-
let us each flow! Unencumbered by the stain preconceived stereotypes/LIES told
in the furtherance of hierarchical self-aggrandizement self imposed
entirely because of the notion their gender and race was won in a sperm lottery completely out of their control.
A well-known lottery which’s so hush-hush secret it breaks a sound barrier with its breathtakingly loud crescendo.
All know its time is coming where we see each other for our true self, but it is no less threatening to every self-aggrandizing practicing division. The need for silos, boxes, separatism is near and dear to the existence of their being.
The golden rule of do unto others as you would have done unto you is truly golden.
Who wants to be placed into a stereotype within seconds of a conversation, consciously or unconsciously. No one does. We each hope to be seen for ourselves not as a white _yr old male or female
or a hispanic _ yr old woman or man
Whichever descriptors used, it is still demeaning & dividing. What possible difference does it make if I am sharing an encounter involving anything? Let’s say it’s about a green smoothie. No one needs to know the gender and race of the people interacting in any story I am going to share about a green smoothie. The only possible reason I could think it might matter is if one of the smoothie participants suddenly became part of a man/woman hunt or involved in an Amber alert. Otherwise, nope, no relevance I can think of which would require descriptors for gender and race.
This is why I love the journey we are involved in towards this better moment #AdvocacyOverAdversity
Sometimes includes our other advocacy passions