I constantly live in a state of “it’s better than…”
It’s better than nothing
It’s better than death
It’s better than there
It’s better than…
I don’t want to live
comparing myself to those
who are seen to be failing.
I want to fly higher than
the expectations I gave myself
when I dreamed in secret
and imagined I was…
and Rosa Parks
all in one.
I was the change maker,
the beacon in the night,
that none would cross for
fear of being burned by my light.
I held the world in my hand
and commanded the will of men.
Demanding they be better –
we be better.
Instead, I exist…
AN: This poem came from a conversation with my friend Thiviyaa. I was speaking – let’s be honest, ranting, about all the things I was worried about as the outcome of the very divisive USA election. When she said “Ya but that doesn’t mean it’s over.”
She reminded me that just because something unexpected happened doesn’t mean you don’t keep pushing for changes in things that are flawed. That said, though, I need today just to react :). So thanks Thiviyaa for the inspiration and hope.
How many generations until my brown skin turns white as snow?
My black hair golden, shining in the summer’s sun,
my brown eyes the shade of the Kokanee glacial waters reflecting the sky
my Canadian born accent, the same as my Canadian neighbor
my words English and not Tamlish
How many generations before I am Canadian?
I wonder if it began like this
The reason we flew “Harmless” words and names
Thrown with purposeful intent.
A belief in humanity
Our compassion to overcome
Divisive acts of terror
Cloaked in political showmanship.
Theatrical smoke and mirrors
Smoky hazes to hide empty performances
Of morality and concern
Gilded tongues of spoilt men
Mute voices of the “others”
Convincing them that they don’t matter
Their safety renounced
To reclaim the glory of a nation “Of the people, by the people, for the people”
AN: I think it’s impossible not to be influenced by the elections in the USA right now. As one of the most powerful, if not the powerful, nation right now, every decision taken by the citizens has implications for all nation-states. Makes me remember that all dissension began with a few divisive voices.