I dance attached to the roots that grew before me.
I dance to call the rains, to nourish the seeds planted by my ancestors.
I dance in honor.
I dance to release the pain,
Injected in our veins,
Through centuries of violence.
I dance to feel what freedom is.
I dance to remind the ground we are here.
I dance to make imprints on the earth.
We dance to feel what freedom is.
We dance to conjure the energy to carry on.
We dance to communicate with the moon and the sun.
We dance to imagine our future.
A future where the poisons of division have been shaken away.
A future built where healing is the only way.
A future that feels like a dance.
A future that gives all of us a chance.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
It was a quiet place
Inside of that red room
Until the wind from inside shook the walls
Collapsing them outward
As the walls fell around her
The wildflowers appeared.
Growing rapidly
The red walls were replaced by
Blue Purple Yellow faces with Green stems.
She climbed those green stems,
For a long time.
So long she reached the top,
Where the Blue Purple Yellow faces stared into the sun.
She lay a top those wildflowers.
Closing her eyes,
Suddenly surrounded by red.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
She walks a path with one eye open
She follows a path with one eye closed
Connecting the strings that float around
Like caterpillars
Dangling
From trees
Squirming on their silk
She crawls underneath them
Un-wanting to not disturb the dance
Until she smells the wildflowers.
The other eye closes
Still crawling the path
Luckily,
The bugs have warn it down enough
To follow with her hands and nose.
When she felt the wildflowers on her face
She opened that eye
Excitedly she pealed open the other.
When she heard nothing
She was amazed
In the distance she could see waves crashing through the wildflowers
Once again her world was absent of light.
This time she held her breath.
She laid in those wildflowers
For a long time.
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots pulling her deep inside the soil,
Grounding her.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
It was a quite place
The wind spread through the wild flowers
Like a wave
She closed her eyes
She laid in those wild flowers
For a long time
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots
Grounding her.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
I wanted to write a poem about you today,
something that would say
or sway
the way you feel
or maybe just to heal
because we all have our people
places
and things
I wanted to write you a poem today,
something incredible that would pave the way
for people like us
to express our lust
because in the end
I’m only your friend
and someday this will all go away.
So I wanted to write a poem for you today.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC