Perspective

Its been a while since I stared at myself in the mirror. Looking at my reflection until I was indescribable. Until I realized I am nothing yet, or ever. And the forces of the love are behind me. Quantum leaps I declare. I toke photos of myself my face, my eyes; my goodness how deep, how pained and tire. I felt it all, and then nothing, with the words I can let go of it all. Im not even that. Humans are googly looking creatures. Like what is this flesh, im kinda getting turned off by the human anatomy, not because it not beautiful, but like what is a vessel, what’s sexy about it, whats right and wrong, whats not, its weird, beautifully weird.

10.24.19

Sanity ‘19

I be tearing up recently. Wanting to cry but I don’t know why, stacking up, to fall over. Being mad at being sober. Just calling bitter my new best friend. No actually we broke up. Settling with sadness. Undressing every part of me until im red and ugly. Does anyone truly love me? X doesn’t count in this game. Hes an angel, his love aint sane.

Growth

Growth is in everything

It is everything

Every motion

The moon the stars

Growth in the ocean tides and the sunset

My palms, your heart
Letting go

Growing

Star-crossed

You prayed and delivered a universe in hand

Where you once walked worried and wounded.

And we swore no one would ever love us together

Our differences and skin

And we’d burned throughout the winter.

So tell me we are deserving

Portal me through

I know I’d walk with you

I knew Id swim for you all without knowing

Our home is of us, though no belonging

Part of the pieces

Are all within us now

Modern day Revolution

This is not a matter of black and white. It’s an attack on consciousness, to set us back, to lower ourselves. Although my DNA aches from the beatings and trauma ringing from my ancestors ears, and Ive spent these days grieving and feeling the fear sharp within the depths of my spine. I had to straighten myself out in the faith of my power and my God body. They want us to forget and to feel weak so we won’t even think twice; won’t even consider the magic within our palms. Its as easy as solely believing in yourself and wanting a new way of life. Wanting it enough to trust and let go of the system that has deceived us into thinking they are working on the injustice or that they care. Hmmm, Race distracts us. Gender distracts us, gossip and media are encouraged and infused for a reason. They attempt to poison our youth and their developing minds from birth for a reason. As social media makes many at the end of the day complacent. Withholding resources from the masses, forcing the scarcity complex and mental illnesses. But that’s another agenda..

We can ALL be abundant.

They train us to judge and project as if any of us are really the ones to blame for all the unnatural shit in this form of lifestyle. Think about it. War tactics. Divide and conquer, the basics. Using trauma and triggers to control and manipulate. Our ancestors’ identities were stripped and lynched and so they forgot and weren’t able to heal, and so we forget. But what is often looked over is that our history is also embedded in the line of our hands. Within the texture of your skin, to the tops of our fingertips, with our past in our eyes. We must remember now, and go back. To live a revolutionary life. To touch base with Mama Gaia. We don’t belong in their world. It’s unnatural. This whole time we’ve been going against our roots trying to connect to theirs.

Quick reality check. We’ve been colonized.

To heal yourself, change your narrative, work with those you trust to create a new world. Slowly but surely people will see and want to take place… This is the time for leaders to stop talking and to live their lives. Led by example. you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink it. However when you mind your business and enjoy Earth’s fresh waters while being present; gulping and gasping at how refreshing it is. Imagine all that you’ll attract to the waters by simply enjoying it yourself. Most people just need to know others are changing, before being comfortable with changing themselves. I believe that is how you attract the horse to water. In a sense. Lead by example.

New world needs to be normalized.

For me, I’m dedicating myself to living the revolution, whatever that means to me, you can catch me in my lane, creating my own system. On social media for #freegrandmaa activities and expression as usual. Solidarity perhaps? My activism will be reflected through intentional living. Through my children’s upbringing, and my expression. The key isn’t to fight against the system; but instead, dedicate ourselves to starting our own. Community rebuilding. If it’s diverse, a modern-day Wall street perhaps, the revival of the Black Panther Party? Ideas like those are where our power lies. Where we can start tapping into the caves of our souls.  

Overall, I am here for every part of this process.  And I trust everyone’s role, and whatever that looks like. I am inner standing and patient with evolution/ revolution. They are not mutually exclusive. We can’t have one without the other, and they coexist symbiotically, feeding each other. Fueling back and forth. The chicken, the egg, the big bang. I don’t believe peace, or violence is the solution. Its death, and rebirth. the phoenix always rises. Right now my mind is pregnant with a new world. A world where I can get most of my necessities from my community, and we give and receive freely.

I don’t know, all I know is this is the tipping point you either evolve or stay comfortable and grandmaa always tells you if you make your bed hard, you’re going to have to sit and wallow in it. She also reminds us that history repeats itself if we don’t learn our lessons. 2020 is the year of manifestation intentions. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that all of our energy and thoughts have been focused on such low vibrational generational traumas. It’s our responsibility to remember our thoughts are powerful, I just hope after this release we can be more intentional about the world we want to create to live in.  Imma be thinking about how I can dedicate myself to the community and to reconstructing the narratives and conditions of living for ALL people. Cause it’s bigger than us. And there is more than enough for us all. There so much to be discovered and so much truth to unfold about this reality. At the end of the day I think the important thing is to remember who the real enemies are. The ones controlling the media, the hate, the money. We are more powerful than they can ever be. Smell their fear, savor it, but don’t get stuck down there with them for its opaque and thick with creepy crawlers. If it wasn’t before; from now on, slavery is a choice. My perspective anyways. Can you dig it?

ABUNDANCE


I’m not gonna lie…The idea of everybody coming together makes me wet. Being self-sustainable, trading, and relying on each other, is so attractive. Seeing people unify their resources in an equal exchange of gifting and receiving turns me on. Does it not you? As you probably know I’m an evolutionist, and as we speak us huemans are evolving. Layer by layer, shedding, peeling our consciousness from the meat of our flesh and seeing only one. How radient. What an abundance. I see villages and commUnities and families self sustaining and supporting each other. I see my people touch the earth as our ancestors had, and I see their eye fill with light. Our people; the collective we are going home. The choice is yours. Are you open to experiencing your power? The abundace you are? Hmm what a space to be.

Reaching out to Ancient Roots

August 30, 2017

In a world of so many I find myself distant. To be hueman, I struggle to hold the capacity to grasp what that entails. Hmph, expectations. Hmph labels. So sure i’ll ask, am I hueman? My ancestors are you there? Growing up I’ve pondered over who you all were and if I resemble any before. I’m from a cluster of seven stars. Where my befores laid. I wonder if a Great has ever found themselves unattached and confused upon being birthed onto this earth. Did they just so happen upon Mama. A fellow wanderer, exhiled, a lotus flower. Oh I wish I knew who you all are. Perhaps we can exchange stories and mines would resemble yours. Or we’ll laugh the same, fall deeply alike, fiercely designed by our higher, each other perhaps. To touch the lineage, make connections and bonds to my roots. To see my roots.. Knowledge of my past is the only thing that can find me. That can make me believe that I’m here aligned. Speak to me. Allow me to meet you, acquire your personalities, your wisdom, your strength. I need to see me with my own eye. There are many of you so refrain from speaking all at once, but you have my undivided attention. How can we meet?

Sweaty palms

me nurtured

i nurture

i pray i find you to nourish me

i do in the meantime

around the sublimes and the life’s lemons

oh its not a sin if you don’t touch me

and holy dances aroused my palms to tell me it’s alright

i can fight and fly, and be chosen

at the darkest parts of the night

shadows, purities and a black head

black & white

all the same in nature

its inevitable to be natural

Sunsets and backwoods

you were sunsets and backwoods
brought me under, drowned me baby
then coming back through frosted windows
my ever after
my everlasting
sip
dripped in painted rays
in another way, on another day you’ll find me
until then
chocolate hues of bellies and life’s sweets
expired love
savoring you
Oh the opaqueness of a stale smoke

Old Times Sake

i told myself i would have no tears for you

would only hold space for you

but just once more

for old times sake

for the sake of our troubled tickers

for the savior of your soul

godspeed

as pain plagues the world

stolen lovers are lost upon the ghost of our past

for fairness

for peace

begging for rain

claiming insanity

shame them for seeing

this time around

the natural will abandon us

the truth has slayed us

and all that will remain

is removed and placed into the palms of your hands