Model Minority (bull shit)

They come at me like,

“Oh you know how it’s like for them!”

“You mean how it’s like for us?”

They forget just cuz you put me in a separate category,

You, being divisive, compartmentalizing struggle,

And saying, “cuz we all struggle in life,

But I yell BS

Slap the cards down,

Let’s all show our cards,

But you separate,

Why?

Cuz you’re scared that if we compare notes,

Our experiences,

We’d know what you’ve been doing to us this whole time?

Nah,

You’re fallacy is presuming we aren’t all more intelligent

Than the ghettos you create.

Sending monsters

Hood to hood?

But only you’re the ones wearing hoods

Disguised in euphemisms,

That only create division,

Cuz how do you keep you’re lies

If everyone speak the same language,

But you.

“Mommy, am I a black person?”“Why do you ask that?” I’m amazed at the sweetness and sincerity he’s asking me.“I want to be a black person because I don’t want to be a white person if they are bad.”“Baby, do you understand what that means? Do you understand the difference between a black person and a white person?”He shakes his head no.“Aww baby people are good and bad by their actions. Being white doesn’t make a person bad,”“And being black doesn’t mean you can’t be bad too?”“Yes baby, we can be all those things by how we act and treat others.Come here, let’s go have this conversation with Smores.”We walk over to the bedroom and I ask Clarence to ask Mars what he thinks.“Smores, am I a black person?”And I catch him up on our dialogue. We both look at one another with smiling and knowing the wisdom of this question.“Clary, well you are an Asian person, mommy is an Asian person, I’m a black person, your sub is a white person but we are all people.”“So my sub is a good person too…”“Yes Clary, we are all good people if we are kind and nice to each other,”Mars explains to him, “we are all human.”“Do you understand the difference of why you are Asian and Smores black and your teacher white?”He looks at me bright eyed, then shakes his head no.I look again at Smores and we are both in awe.“It just means where our ancestors, parents And grand parents come from, like Korea, or Africa, but we are also here in America.”But I love the fact that he doesn’t see race, and I look as his eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep just like that.Mars says, “I’ve seen Clarence just like this since the first day I met him and he said to me, ‘I like you,’ as he touched my face and looked at me big eyed and genuine. He just approached me and knew I was receiving him with love, but I knew he was special that he just came up to me when he just met me. He just feels the good energy.”I’m joyful. “honestly, I love that he doesn’t see race. He just sees we are all different shades of human. I want to just let him stay this pure a little longer.”“This is what I’ve always said. Racism is taught.”Mars and I have been quoting Clarence’s words from a couple weeks ago in our daily talks and jests.We were all sitting in the bedroom, each watching our own shows one evening and sharing what we found funny. Elijah and Mars next to him and I, myself, half dangling off the the bed with my head hanging to be near them sitting on the rug.Clarence just starts laughing out loud saying with amusement, “it’s kind of funny, but we all kind of look alike.” He laughs again so amused at his own epiphany, “But me and Smores, we look exactly alike.” He squeals with laughter at the revelation as Mars, Elijah, and I look at one another than start cracking up because it’s so real, and Mars exclaims laughing so happily, “Yes Clary, but me and you, we look EXACTLY alike!” And we all continue to laugh as I am bursting from heart to toe. “Yes Clarence!” I shout, “we do all kind of look alike, but you and Smores, you guys look Exactly alike.!”

Mama, She’s Smilin’


I picture Mother Earth
Smiling at peace,
With all her strong and robust human babies at ease,
As her fur and feather babies
could finally set back into their long forgotten homes,
Playing and feasting
on her sustenance as they please,
Her lungs clear of wheezin’,
The breeze clear of poison,
Her eyes closed this season,
Repairing, repairing,
As the human babies sit humbly wait in’.
Hear her voice?
“Go to sleep dear children,
You’ve been driving, and working,
Tromping and rampaging,
Going and going,
But be still a moment,
And let me get to my sleep in’,
Catch my breath, but believe me,
Cuz I’ve been giving you all that I have,
And my bones so tired,
And my heart so heavy,
And my mind so foggy,
I just need a minute,
Before you can come back to play.”
Dahhee

Flying Dreams

I always knew I could fly,

Dreaming it since I was wee high,

But even in dreams

I felt a little slight

When I took flight

Feeling so light

I didn’t fear the fall,

But reaching heights so high,

I’d never come down,

But rather float off beyond stars.

I Had to wake up and grow roots,

Make roots in firm ground,

Stopped dreaming of moons,

And live free though earth bound

Making live sounds,

Walking tall mounds,

Rebound and rebound,

Until I found home

And came home.

In control of my power

I Bloom like a flower,

And roam Like fluff seeds

In need of a breeze

Out of dreams and into reality,

Soaring like bees

Awake and aware

In my power

Soaring higher

Then I ever could dream.

Like Butta but Betta

Like Butta but Betta

The struggle lifted,

Emotions elevated,

Moods shifted,

Life celebrated,

Love exhibited,

Heart calibrated,

Peace uninhibited,

Chaos evacuated,

No longer incubated.

The Red Road

I fell a hundred times

Face planting into concrete and mud,

Painted scars making lines of red like markers from my cuts

Dripping down to the ground.

Bruised but not broken,

I got up to rise in the path I chose,

Walking off the path most trampled on.

A hundred times trying to step away,

To run back to my spirit screaming “come back!,”

A hundred times returning to where I belong,

Cuz the voice of my heart

Shouts so loud my mind can’t hide

From the call to be free from the confines of the normal kind

Of a life which could have been more safe and sound,

But happiness only in step on a road less traveled.

A hundred times

Shaking doubt and tired pursuit,

To live the life I can’t deny,

Because I was born this way

To rise above what was taught to those in my time.

Wildflower

Wild as weeds

Traversing the ground,

Sprouting up vibrant

A hue some like,

Though you pluck a wildflower,

Wishing it to be vased,

Only to find her wither by night,

But let her be and see,

She’ll grow so high,

She’ll shine so bright

She’ll shine like stars.

Thank Thee

Thank you sun,

Thank you sky,

Thank you earth,

Thank you Mars,

Thank you creator

For all these blessings,

Thank the day,

…. I am in love,

…. I am alive,

…. I am I.

Why Does Time Fly

Time goes as we move in the flow,

And even with eyes open wide,

My mouth drops low,

When I see how he grows,

Body, mind, heart, and soul,

Like a rollercoaster ride,

Climbing up slow,

And sliding down as if we are flying

With my stomach a flutter

And my head high,

As he asks why?

Why do the stars shine,

And gray clouds cry?

Why are my eyes bright,

Why does the sun light up the sky,

And why do I love you

And it makes me smile why?

Dreams

Dreams

They’ve been coming to me,

Each one from my past,

Testing me stripped of magic,

Showing me what I wouldn’t see,

Face to face with choices I’ve made,

As I walk through the Minotaurs lair,

Trying to find my way back to love.

Awakened,

The magic is in love,

For them, for him, for us,

But ultimately,

For myself.