Commentary from Interact: May as Well Tell You Now: A Poem

Continued Commentary from Interact with Me: 2) I discuss the comments I picked about  Treyvon Martin

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  • I like by Jacquelyn’s comment a lot because it’s concise, to the point, and I could only hope to do that. She was actually responding specifically to one of the points that Dy made but specifically to him- acknowledging and validating his feelings. This part for some reason was reminiscent of criticisms of another race, and it made me understand how they must have felt because those things- crimes literally break my heart, and everyone is doing the best he or she can. Forget race, as a human being, mindful of what we know about psychology, teaching an infant who grow up a child to be kind and accommodating while everyone’s scared to death of him is quite the task: watching, following, condescending tones as if he can’t hear or perceive, sometimes failing to remember his age, consider that perhaps he’s sick, or any other human emotion. He must be perfect. Perfection is tossed out extra quickly when you look like an adult seemingly overnight– that’ll change your life. One day you’re Trey, and the next, you’re 6′ Mr. Martin. Ever ask a kid not to internalize or ask him to manage or control the emotions of around you? Oh he’d probably put his head down or put his hood up. Hiding– I can relate to that. Anyone could if they wanted to…
  • “Unfortunately, we have all been trained to not say these things in public especially on our FB pages because then we come off as always bringing up the “race card”. I don’t like gangs and senseless violence of ANY race.” – Jacquelyn Kuykendall (excerpt)

  • Dy’s passage is a stirring defense of the teen girl who testified on behalf of her friend Treyvon, in spite of the onslaught of painful racist and class-ist ridicule she endured in social media from all around. I didn’t know her before because I did not follow the trial, but after reading this, I am proud of her bravery because I know what it’s like to overcome a fear, and it is not easy for an adult. My quick little search  revealed what I would characterize as cyber-bullying. The gunman’s supporters attacked her deleted tweets to friends– not because she implicated guilt but for her perceived lack of education as judged by the articulation of her texts. This is important because as Dy says, English is not her first language, but most of us only know one language– broken, wrong, or not. She passionately calls on others to lift this young lady in support.  Dy discusses qualities that made this young lady  a target of ridicule within the racial community with passion- not ridicule but support, offer help, or say nothing about her .
  • This makes me appreciate being raised as a person and not as a color. Different types of people were always around- no mention because it didn’t matter. Every once in a while, I would encounter someone who didn’t know any better, but not often! In that sense, I knew who I wasn’t, and that “my place” was no different– not as a conscious thought, but just that it is. It’s easy to focus on what ya didn’t have, what  happened, or who I might’ve become if, but sometimes it’s good to be thankful for what didn’t happen and what I didn’t become. Because something you just don’t want to be.

Thank you for reading! We need some cheer honey!!

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May as Well Tell You Now: A Poem.

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About Poem 5 and Having Tables Turned

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISCOMFORT.

Poem 5: Tremble, Monologue, Bass

Is about how I felt preparing for my first time posting a video image of myself online for the challenge: Act Out “What’s Clearly Bothering Me” Monologue for a prompt called Tables Turned.

Daily Prompt: Tables Turned. Are as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one?

No— not even close. I’m an admirer and observer, so being behind the camera is fun! On the contrary, I hate holding a smile. For the longest, I didn’t “get” taking photos as I love moments too much to waste. Now I do, but not for me…. the munchkins and loved ones I can’t see as much as I’d like, they adore them, so I go ahead and get them outta the way and get on with it. I take a photo ahead of events for the purposes of damage-control… because the most awkward ones seem circulate fast and wide. Couple times I thought I was lookin’ like a delectable caramel pie all around–ready to be tagged, but nope-just pi! 😉

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Nerd Words to Live By: Harness

English: Words associated with Fear

English: Words associated with Fear (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

And they lived happily ever after is the ending ya expect after dragons have been slayed, and the sultry victim…saved, by a regally hot hero. Well at least 1 1/2- 2hrs of life…invested in the return of their lives to the fairy tale in magically opulent kingdom as our soaring expectations become violently turbulent at the threat of upset at climax. The same climax we feared might snatch our expectation that they might never frolic the gardens of far away lands ever again! Finally from the brink, basking in the buttery-scented exhilaration. The lights returns, and we envision newly deflowered royalty celebrating their warm, loving, beautiful lives away with a muchbetter career, dwelling, interest rate, ROI, FICO, school district, and hairline than mine 😉

 

But in real life, beating a single adversary is not doesn’t offer “happily ever after”, so I subbed the terms “beat fear” for “harness fear”. As explained to some friends before, feelings give life. Where one may give fragrance, the other could give that little container of coffee beans to help me appreciate aroma of the next sweet feeling. So before, I have mislabeled or over-simplified the paralyzing dilemma. Beat fear? Pft… To beat fear is like saying to beat the fuel running through the vehicle that transports you. Why a single drop a fear could help trigger a sympathetic autonomic fight or flight response… releasing adrenaline to give otherwise super-human strength…

 

Today as I feared a thing for its futility, I remembered that I could not lose or gain a piece of my soul for doing a seemingly hopeless thing. As if every day, I haven’t built a reality from the seemingly hopeless. In fact, my story has been seemingly hopeless to someone somewhere from the time my tiny body grew and pressed against the inside of hers. To recall the depths of all the other seemingly hopeless ordeals since then and derive that a futile thought might deserve a corner of space in my mind brought a smile to my face and hearty laughter to my spirit.

 

There’s no need to fear…fear. It is certainly flammable and deserves its respect, but when it flows the right path, ignites us and helps to get us where we need to be. Fear is not a weakness but a tool to be harnessed for the opportunity to return to the base feeling of peace and calm.

What do you fear? How do you harness your fear?

 

 

 

 

Passion for Purpose: A Love Poem

Passion for Purpose: A Love Poem

My suit is bulletproof, bull_h_tproof, life and stress tested
Fire from my belly, I breathed out and walked across it for a chance at you
Heat could have consumed me but, I tamed it to…melt chocolate and drench fruit

But I fear you….my eyes see your enthalpy and plans for me
I follow your mouth but not the words dripping out; the discomfort is too loud
Oh but my body hears you louder– from the fuzz on my skin to the urgency in my veins

I push you away as your power overwhelms, yet you insist on mine
Asking what I would I give for your embrace; every taste of you summons my potential
My channels open and everything conspires that we come together

Invariably, in the whirlwind, centrifugal forces will disperse us
Who knows how or why, but from this view, they all looked just like you… Purpose