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

God is Warm

Little Clary asks, “what does the word God mean?”

And I think, “hmmm well he’s the word of creation, the one who created everything.”

“But he’s not real right,” questions, “because I can’t see him?”

“Well he means to have faith. You can’t see God because it takes faith, like love, you can’t see love but you feel love right?”

“Why did God make you so warm? I can’t see you warm but I can feel you warm.”

And he speaks poetry to me in every word he says.

“Yes baby, it’s like feeling warm.”

Blaspheme

Perpetual child

She fell from the sky

Sipped from the fountain

Abandoned her lyre,

Severed wings and sold crown

Signed over the deed

To her soul and marked wild.

Crawled on the ground

And walked through the fire,

Eternally bound

To this earth, all the while,

Buying her time

To be found by desire

A lover she could admire.

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?

Excerpts from “Letters in the Dark” #5

It’s as if you walked out of the pages from my diary when I was twelve. It was my sacred diary with a castle on the cover and a cheap metallic painted lock with tiny key that held my deepest secrets. I had an untainted ideal of love and who my soulmate would be.

After years of convincing myself that man was a silly fantasy, here you stand.

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.