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,
Cuz you’re scared that if we compare notes,
We’d know what you’ve been doing to us this whole time?
You’re fallacy is presuming we aren’t all more intelligent
Than the ghettos you create.
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,
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
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
Then I ever could dream.
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.
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.
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?
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.
The magic is in love,
For them, for him, for us,