This is my practice,
My prayer,
To the spirit of existence,
To the spirit of light ,
To the spirit of what moves me
To craft symbols into words
That move the eye
and maybe the heart.
Tag: Poetry
The Colonizer’s Downfall
I am the anomaly,
I am what they feared,
For I can see through
And into eyes
Not of my own,
I am the colonizer’s weapon…
And downfall.
Juvenile Activists
A generation stands
In prayer,
From false idols
Long praised they demand sacrifice,
Their goddess is tired,
Is crying,
Is bleeding,
Is burning,
And still the idols won’t hear,
won’t see,
Won’t give
An inch, an ounce of fossil fuel empathy,
They were always false,
But propped up to heavenly heights,
Were worshipped
By those before
for the coin,
The vanity, the luxury,
The illusory gifts
Such “gods” would provide.
The juvenile,
Have much to lose,
In fact they’ve lost it.
Nothing to lose.
The false idols should fear,
The young, as they worship
The true Goddess.
On an Evening Canvas
The night encroaches,
The sun is taking its leave earlier,
And earlier,
The night light gems
That decorate the evening canvas
Come into sight,
And I see you again,
I am reminded,
You are still there,
Always.
Differences
He sees the difference,
Between us,
In our views,
In our tastes,
In our skin,
And he celebrates
Out loud,
Letting it slip off his tongue,
But I was taught we are all the same,
But I knew we were different,
But I just saw beauty in it,
How I envy his missing social mores,
That allow him to verbalize
What I was reared to keep tucked under tongue,
I want to learn,
To be like him,
To identify the differences and make them known,
For their existence is a secret,
We all pretend not to know,
Free my eyes to see,
Free my voice to speak this truth
When it need be,
For as I know,
In this difference,
Is human beauty
Acceptance & Adaptation
Cocooned,
For fear I may offend
By being,
Pulled self back so far it is inverted,
Into an observer,
Without the privilege of experiencing,
Of getting close,
Of risking rejection,
Out of fear of that very thing,
Will self to dare,
To push boundaries,
Past minimization of difference,
To grasp the splendor of true diversity,
Reaching, teaching modes of
Acceptance and adaptation in
and of my self.
She of Letters 