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youth of thirteen

*note – this was written upon hearing of the murder of
Tyree King, of Columbus, Ohio which took place last night.

 

beer swillers
who invoke the name of football Jesus
tithing with assorted barbecue
and pray to a flat screen

those who cry patriotism
like trivia answers to game show hosts
who can’t hear them
do not give one care to why Black mothers tend to scream

they tell you racism is done
because they can quote your dead leaders to you
wondering why we march
why we speak out loud and yell – what does it mean?

we turn to you
eyes weary from mourning heart weary from evenings
where we bite cop bullets for fitting a description
mirroring systemic evil unseen

and ask:

what use is standing to pointlessly cherish a flag
when you use that flag
to insist we don’t belong – though we do, more than you
to even slaughter a youth of thirteen?

A New Year’s Write: Ritual As Revolution.

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(photo credit: Iwona Emes)

It’s a new year. And in the wake of all of the greetings, the
flurry of resolutions made and broken, there is still the reality
that the passing of time in this way affects most of us. With
all of that said, I began to think about the practice of leaving
things behind that no longer serve us in the past. Customarily,
I’ve taken to cleaning my home with sage to get all of the debris
that’s spiritual and emotional. I make it a point to get a longer
period of quiet time in on that day, perhaps get in a walk. I’ll
write down what I want to let go of going into the next year, &
destroy the list. We all have our own rituals. And sometimes,
those rituals are needed to keep ourselves grounded in the fact
that they won’t necessarily take away those issues we seek to
rid ourselves of.

Case in point? I wanted to instill an even better space for me
to further strengthen my writing and the spirit that feeds it.
What I had to realize, is that some of the angst I wanted to
exclude is what feeds it. It is part of the fuel that is a result of
dealing with troubles and conducting the inner alchemy to
turn it from negative to positive. I had set out to try to remove
it. And in the process, I found myself beaten down by moods
that were brought about by internalizing people’s comments
and actions no matter how slight. Being overly sensitive and
then analyzing heavily in order to get past that feeling quicker.
In the process, I find myself turning these things over and then
adding more onto it. Making it heavier than it is. I know that
this is a by-product of past doubts and self-inflicted pain. Things
I dealt with more head-on since 2011. Five years later, I can
say confidently that I handle these situations somewhat better.
And as a result, the words flow better. I move lighter. A fresh
conversation with one of my best friends brought up this gem:
(and I’m paraphrasing here) “we have to know how to navigate
our survival in relation to the people we know and how they
know us.” So far, this year has shown me that I have to further
refine the ways I can create healthy space not just for myself,
but my writing. Giving that to myself and having others see &
value it. That goes for family, friends, acquaintances. Doing so
by creating new rituals. Rituals that revive, and are a revolution
unto themselves.

If you’ve made it this far, I want to say to you – hold onto those
things that have helped you get to where you are. If they need to
be changed a bit or no longer serve you, recognize that and do
the work. Most of all, DO THE WORK. Talking about it isn’t the
same. Proclaiming it in the language of meme and other social
media isn’t the same. We are a body of rituals, a temple of soul
that should bring meaning every minute. Mostly to ourselves.
This is the truth that has to ring through for anyone, not just
those who are creatives and artistically minded. Whatever you
choose to do, however you choose to do it…may you make this
new year a year where ritual becomes the revolution you need.

As always, thanks for reading…walk good.