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In Shock

Is all of this really happening right now? I struggle to feel as if time is real and outside is happening. Human senses are experiencing a shift. A global grief, a tense and raw, maybe even primal reaction to the threats happening around us. As the human species, I am more convinced that we are beings that feel on a visceral and subconscious level when there is an unsettling of ways of balance. When there is a forceful disruption to harmony that causes pain on a cellular level.  I cannot remove the visions of scenes of raw pain and grief that we have seen because of social media giving us a visual lens into the ethnocide of the Indigenous people of Palestine. One nation who had a immense part of their own ethnic population decimated due to racist and ethnic hatred has repeated the history of their oppressors onto the Palestinian people. What an odd thing nations with power do. Destroy and dehumanize their subjects and plot to exterminate them.  I have also been listening to th...
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Laugh to Live

Sometimes when I want to be mad I just laugh Sometimes I just laugh When I need to be mad When everything says Now is NOT the Time But the Laugh chose me If I can't laugh I can't live Because Hell is outside Sitting across from your sidewalk, always watching To learn how to ask you out Or offer you a job Or be your parent Or that kid from (x) grade Laughter is survival.  It is victory over that which would take you out.  Shit, let me laugh. 
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The Disrespect

 It has never hurt so much To tell myself  "This isn't good for you."  I have never felt like so violently screeching  Making raw, bulging cords That might snap and gut My throat   A sharp hiss Of outward air Being the extent of any scream I might still have inside  my belly And all my veins in between  Because you decided to be the judge Of what I deserved When you knew you chose darkness But called my light brujeria  Gestured widely at the plants on my altar As if I was tainting you  Holding you here When I was just gifting you  What I've already given to myself Acceptance, understanding, tenderness, a free heart I will never regret that  Like you will Because you couldn't receive it.  
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They are Near

 I just remembered How we are supposed to honor the ancestors Continue living as if They are near and here.  Do the things for them They can't do anymore. Remember them. Speak.  Send your devotions.  Touch the Earth that is holding them. Love the good ways they loved you. See their face in your head. And their smile. Talk about them.  Help your kids to know them.  Make sure to know what being alive means.  Respect the time you have. 
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It Hurt

 There's a raw space that I went to  When I started to feel that pull-away It was a place I was fighting not to feel  It was a place I had to face every night  Even after facing you in my fury at the way you dared to ditch me In the wildest hours of one's life In the most crazed of places that exists inwardly I crumbled I melted into agony I cried Abandoned tears I wept for my mother For my father For my embryonic self For my son For my granddaughters For my lineage And that's really why I'm angry Because the next seven generations Will feel what has happened here  And I wanted them to feel love I wanted them to feel togetherness I wanted them to feel peace And I have passed your pain through my pelvis Because those days changed the way I see the world The way I feel my feelings And it has made my love for my son  Impenetrably sealed  Around the inner children we will continue to heal  Love is the energy that cannot be broken
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Grandmother

 Aniin I had been asking you to visit, because we never got to be together again.  I was wondering, what would you say to me? How would your hug feel?  I've heard so much about you, and you are talked about with so much love.  I want you to know that once I found out who I was, I dedicated my life to honoring you Because I knew Indians were honorable but I didn't know what it really meant to be one To live through everything that we all did And to still be here? I didn't really know we were still here, even though I was here.  When I started speaking the language, I thought of you. Did you remember how to speak? Did you ever speak Indian in your mind?  I know that Grandmothers are special people, predecessors of us with so many stories to tell, so many triumphs to share And I wouldn't know what yours were I was so glad you left the journals. I can hear your voice when I read it. You're funny.  I liked what you said. You always wrote down when someone o...
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