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’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.
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As a teen, I used to stare out my window and watch the few people walk by with a dog, a child, or just by themselves.
Sometimes I’d catch a flower of the Jacaranda tree float down almost magically placing itself amongst the trodden browned blooms stuck to the cement.
And if a walker stepped on it, my heart would break just a little that such a perfect bloom would become just like the rest, once beautiful and light now smeared with sticky sap turning brown, just like the rest.
Once I saw my best friend walking past with my other friend. They walked passed and didn’t stop to ask me out or say hi.
I felt nothing. A little relieved that I didn’t have to leave my place watching the world both still and alive.
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.”
You might say I broke some rules along the way,
But whose rules were they,
Yours or mine?
Were they man made, woman made, society made, or human made?
Did I fail to follow tradition,
And bow down to duty,
For the sake of what?
Or was I following my heart all along?
I broke some rules along the way,
But failed to bend to break my own,
And I’ve come to the place I know I belong,
Because I would never break my own.
I remember my yellow teddy bear that had a pocket with a battery operated beating heart. Something about that moment is so clear that I feel that the thing I seek most is that kind of contentment. Being completely satisfied with what I have in the moment. A little bit of that secret pocket to hide my heart but you can still feel it and hear it.
I want to not worry at all about what others think and not ask for any more abundance but be happy in this moment with the things I already have.
I plant the seed of support and love that will continually bring in stability and an abundance of time.
The light you see in me,
Is a reflection of your light,
The beauty you seen in me,
Is a reflection of your beauty,
The strength you see in me,
Is from the strength you give,
And the love you feel from me,
Comes from the love you have in you.
I am nothing but an image,
It’s you who makes me bright.