Sometimes a fall is the universe's way of telling you that you aren't grounding yourself enough, that all you need is to centre yourself against the earth in order for a balance to find its way to you.
Often, we put up the worst fights when we fall, simply because we assume it is belittling, and in rushing to get back on our feet, we miss the lessons of the significance behind that fall...
Time is often most telling in the most unorthodox ways, so when you fall, allow your rise to be at a pace where you know that your feet will help you stand firm.
Wipe me down Inside out Turn the music up to drown Me out Liberated women but no words come out. Make me shiny, better than before/ This is the better way Even maple trees, those of pine Aspen, cherry, and oak My rawness was beautiful, but needed a different touch Wipe me down Outside in, I can't remember who I was Before- Render to silence or invasive compliance Our mothers are seeds of time Having branches they want to climb Now that I'm older- Polish Me Down I am a woman before my time.
Listen, it's been so long that I've lost my ink With no canvas to splatter my thoughts run amok These words I exhale are like a faucet because I let my teeth sink Into the rhythmic blues that were once confiscated when the past broke my future clock So why'd I get confused? My eyes were on an unbelievable prize or so I'd thought I lost what made me feel amused Now the ball's back in my court, there's no time to lay up when I could 360 this basketball like a good sport But it's not because I made one shot It's because I had one shot But then my clock tick-tocked Now I need a new wrist watch Because my hourglass stopped and the small hand dropped off Now I got myself caught up in the pain Because this devastation must be planetary Like how Kakashi won't be able to see Rinn-egan So imagine Kurenai looking at Asuma in the cemetery They often asked us If a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it But I still don't get what's all the fuss Because they never told us if a thorn bush would kick the bucket However that's a story for another episode Or at least until I can find some new batteries for my remote *** in all honesty I’m straying away from my code But I’m still reaching for my dreams and no matter how hard they drift away they stay afloat I can't complain because everyone hurts Life was just another challenge So I before I could be picked up I had to get knocked down first Because I wasn't born with a silver spoon, for these tools I had to scavenge I had one dream too many, nothing one cloud could hold Thought I'd grow up to be a famous figure, you know somewhat iconic So how is it possible such a shy kid made moves so big and bold I wanted be a professional singer, dancer, footballer, and scientist but I found a muse in poetry, now isn't that ironic I'd take a passion over money any day I don't wanna be like one of those celebrity sell-outs Because what you love and desire brings a bigger pay I'd ring my Victree-bell and tell the story of how I was once a bellsprout My ink and my canvas Treasures I said I lost, not one but both Til I went down the road to recovery, it made me feel so anxious Then I realized with a pen and piece of paper anyone can write a poetic note I was once a victim to society My mind got penetrated by their voices I suffered heavily from depression and anxiety They broke my psyche so I started making the wrong choices I plead innocent, it wasn't my fault Yet I believed otherwise They held the key to my dead bolt My voice was too little and that was my greatest demise That's just the carbon to the coke So don't believe what stands before you I'm standing asleep looking woke A po guy seeing a panda do Kung fu Dora taught me life's just another platform to go out and explore Así mís amigos don't be afraid to reveal your poetic brilliance Because I think I found the real me I've been looking for It was lost til I caught it somewhere in the distance
'Po' or 'poe' is a term we use to refer to a person 'skinny' or very very 'slim'
Jay. He was a nineteen year old high school dropout. He was black. He wore his hair in dreads. He had a few nose rings. He wore gold chains and expensive clothes. He went partying every night. He got drunk on alcohol but his drug addiction was the biggest problem. He had a lot of friends. Because he was ‘cool’. He was the ‘man’.
Gray. He was 18, finishing his final school year. He was white. He wore his hair very short. He had large round glasses, sitting lopsided on his nose. He wore a long sleeved shirt and trousers. He studied hard, and he got good marks. He played the cello in the school band. But he was gay. And so he didn’t have any friends. But he had his family who he loved dear and who loved him back. He was happy.
The differences between the two are unbelievable. They are nothing alike; they are complete opposites. Yet, they are human. They walk the same streets, at different times. They both live on the same planet, if not the same world. They both have a right to live. They both have people who love them, despite all they are.
It’s their differences that make Jay and Gray human. Both of them. Until Jay raised his gun and fired three times at Gray. That’s when Gray was lost to humanity. And Jay had lost his humanity.
Coz Jay shot in the chest a boy named Gray Killed him without giving him any say, The boy who did no wrong, but was gay, With his life, he had to pay. His family cried in despair and dismay, For their loving son had been taken away, And now they all sat in silence, For Gray would never see another day.
For souls who have had their lives ripped apart, and those who rip their lives apart, we pray.