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.

Allegory of the Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave recently.
Imagine prisoners tide up side by side in darkness placed in front of a blank stone wall. The prisoners can turn their heads nor move so that they can’t see one another. Behind them there is a fire and the captors have people walking in front of the fire with puppets so that it casts a shadow upon the wall the prisoners stare at. Any sounds and talk, these prisoners believe come from the shadows in the wall. This is the reality they live in and they have no knowledge of people or the captors behind them.
One day they are set free and have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to an opening into the outer world. When first reaching the outside they see the light of the sun and it’s blaring and painful because they’ve only known darkness their whole life. It hurts their eyes and burn their skin, so they retreat back into the comfort of their darkness into the only reality they’ve known their whole life, not understanding it’s been an illusion.
However a few realize there is something more outside and decide to go back into the light. Over time their eyes adjust and the sun feels good. They realize in that moment that the shadows they thought were real were only replications of what is real under the sun while some stay in the darkness, those who go outside can finally live free.
What I believe is the reality can hurt when you live in the comfort of illusion for so long, but eventually the light of reality is the only way to live a life beautiful and free.

allegoryofthecave #plato #reality #illusions #freedom #justiceforahmaudarbery

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.

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.

A Mother’s Cry

#yogiexpressions last day favorite pose

#anahatasana today I literally cried while teaching a class and I had poetry in my head.

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A Mother’s Cry

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen a mother cry?

She,

A pillar of strength,

Feels hurt deep enough,

That when she sheds tears,

The earth cries.

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen your mother cry?

She,

The essence of love,

Unleashes all the pain,

She’s been holding

For all kind.

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen your mother cry?

She,

The gentle warmth you crave,

Endures everything

For you and you and you,

Until earth’s water spills over.

Between

Between

In a dream I hung off a cliff,

Fingers gripping as I dangled.

A boy came and grabbed my hands,

Yelled, “FALL!”

And I did.

Sprawled limp on a boulder,

Dead,

I saw myself and saw light.

There are no words for what I knew

In that moment between death and life.

I woke.

Fear died

And set me free. I

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Letters in the Dark #4

Now and then I wish there wasn’t a hint of a stain.

It would make falling in love simple,

But a piece of me is at peace with everything because that slight makes me believe this life is real.

Life is real

Life is real

Life is real.

And that’s magnificent!

4:00 am

Pristine city streets

In morning dew

Undisturbed from the trampling

Of hustling shoes.

Except for two pairs of footprints

Paced side by side

Making their marks in this place

At the still of dawn.