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NO
How do you raise a strong being
with a resilient spirit

you raise them knowing they are cherished
and just as divine as the plants and the animals and everyone around them

they will carry it with them throughout their entire life


and when someone tries consciously or unconsciously to grasp for control and power at they expense of their opinion, authenticity and their light

they spirit you helped raise will feel
the drastic shift in intention
they will feel the thickness of manipulation
and rest on their anchor of self in that  love and cherishment you showed them abides eternally with them

And having arrived at that open never ending space they will calmly
turn towards the words of control and say “no”
simply and confidently “NO”
I get to analyze things with my brilliant friend and each time they peel back a layer of a situation with me

How do we arrive at boundaries how were we taught boundaries

which are really necessary
and we need to not violate our own boundaries
my saying yes to others expectations of us

Or even by constantly betraying our own hearts
In a deeper way
in a more wholesome one
I understand
you cannot teach someone
what you yourself have not learned
or what you yourself do not allow
Joy
Freedom
Self love
love of the others
Gratitude
Devotion
And the endless list of qualities and states of mind continue

you cannot pass down and teach what you yourself do not know
what you do not surrender full heartedly too
it is not in your hands to hand down
it is not flowing through you

you must step back
re-approach yourself and learn
I sink my finger into your skin
and my words into your soil
and ask that you simply slow down
  enough to see the blossoms over me  
   How they rest in equal quantity
within the fleshy tenderness of my human life
   our shared pulse can be felt by putting your hand
over your own heart...
    that is us together, that is us
      –life
It does not sit right with me that any baby girl
Might inherent this world as it is
That “this” is what we choose to uphold
That “we” collectively hold each pole in place
And try to cover it with a tarp and call it a an exquisite
Manifestation of a world
That small limited obstructing vision of what we should camp through live in
It does not sit right, so reach inside of me and with my two hands
And unzip my mouth
Might who choose to present as girls in live in a better and kinder world
Sometimes I sit and look at this world and think “ this, this is what we choose to manifest?” We can do better
I dream of better
They grip at me  
Two fists snuck into an envelope of soft words
I get “Adjust” instead of its harsher
commanding counterpart “change”
(“comprise”  is in absence in this conversation)

But I see my grandmother smiling
And great grandmother dancing
And all the womxn that have made me
appear from behind the mesquite
emerging from the thick wilderness of time
to transcend
to bear naked their wisdom and  grant me their heart

Their dance swirls within me
Their smile leaps
reaching through flesh
like a ray being emitted from my inner cove
To materialize over my face

And I can sit calmly and confidently
Smile And say “no”
“You cannot dance with me.
Go!”
Toxic male masculinity in the work place.
I get a sense like society reinforces male ego by allowing men to belittle women or try to control them in order to boost their confidence. I keep feeling like men are so personally insulted when I have a strong opinion and when I am direct in the work place; most of men who unaware of their male privilege are  so annoyed and don’t question their initial response to critic they take it so personally.

Some try to reach to control their environment and others perception of them by trying to control and domesticate those around them and for along time women have been an easy target.

This happens in reverse too but I feel like it’s very rampant when it comes to women experience in a male dominated workplace


Your girls are just as worthy of an opinion as your boys, period.
if there is
if there is
If there is all the things that thrive within the being
those that never die, those that perdure untouched, uneffected by the outside lores
then there is always the presence of forgiveness
the room for second chances
and there is return
It is their eyes–
everything around me I want to nourish until it is bright
and full of it’s own loving light
–shining through
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