Tag: Anxiety

While We Were Sleeping                       11/5 -11/6/2024

  

The fight that had begun, ended.
Defeated by lies and propaganda.
Hope was not enough,
more strength was needed.
The race complete.

The public taught by a tabloid media,
seen as the source of education.
Biased in it’s information.
An indoctrination of people who don’t have time to listen or search for another opinion.
Who are we as a nation?
¿Donde estas mi compadres?
Choosing to believe,
causing a surge of ignorance.

How does this help a country?
Our rights are pending.
Frightened.
A disenchanted future.
Failure to thrive.
Decompartmentalize the news.

How can we pick up again after?

Voice our opinion.
Strong women advocates.
Fight for our sister’s and brother’s freedom,
as we anticipate, is dwindling.
Stand together in our unity.
Shore up our responsibility,
bring home a sense of solidarity.

Race

What we must walk through.
What life has asked of us.
Challenged every day.
Asked to stand and lead in the midst of controversy and danger.

Shot in her home, there is no excuse.
A knee on your neck, mama called out, deceased on the street.
Racially profiled in your own neighborhood, violence steps in.
Lead in the city’s water, generations left out and unprotected.

The hidden facts of a world secretly unchanged, camoflauged.
Suddenly, here to rear it’s ugly head again.

Color, redeamed and free.
Look deeper than the cover.
As we are determined and decided for by a society.
Racism encouraged to be let loose and falsely set free.

Judged today because “we” are too dark, too light, too brown, not brown enough,
The encompassing fear,
The anxiety to be,
Just me.

Masks



Sexy, sultry, mysterious and hidden.
Previously marked as a villain, “the masked man.”
The daring, the invaders and the hero.

Today the mainstay, the protection, the fabric / the guard interfacing as our life depends on it.
Our control!
Waiting for this universal catastrophe to end.

Tomorrow unknown.
Even then, like the eucalyptus aiding the exhale, inhaling deeply healing the wounds of a year.
Can we let go?

Our destiny?
The possibility of more pandemics?
People dependent on how well we supersede the molecules and seasonal vigilance.
Masks in the future?

Frustrated



The pit in the bottom of my stomach, the heat on the back of my neck.
If life was easy, we would be stress free.

Driving down the road, rushing here and there. Late or put upon, challenged in some way, pressured by loved ones, work or play.

Our paths are cluttered by obstacles to set free.
The best case scenario is who we can become to be.
Learning to breathe.