Where in the world can we go?
Where the sun does not set nor turn her face
So as not to witness the disgrace of her oldest children
The ones told again and again “You can dance now, but you won’t win.”
In this land–small moments of victory, slight stints of happy, fleeting prosperities–
These cannot enrich chronically scantily fed souls…
Oh, where in this world can we go?
Where our honorable ideas ignite, and nimble thoughts take flight, and our sister catches them in the wind, and our brother invites us over to gather us in
To share and work and make miracles from that which formed us: blessed breath, salted water, live light, and deep dark dirt
Not born from broken survival spirits and oppressive hurts
Nor birthed from the desperation to be heard, loved, valued, seen…
Where in the world can we go?
Surely there is no space for us here
Inside of this giant’s fears
When wicked shadows cover doors and floors
And vile betrayers
Peering from the dark
Steal our trust
Call us out
To break our hearts
Hand us over as in ancient days gone by
After those times when some could fly
Back then, we did soar
(Back then,higher…more)
Where in the world can we go?
I believe that I will dive
To the bottom of the enshrining sea
Collect the magic that was meant for my people and for me
Close my eyes
Push my wings through back and bones
Take our potions
And set us all free
Then we will know
Spirit will tell us
Your home will reach up to love you
Wherever you roam
By Regina YC Garcia

Nerd Randomness…
Why can’t I use “things?” 🤔
My dertimination to specify in terms more precise oft leads me to deadly verbosity.
It is a boulder of my self-made obligation, urgently suggested by grammarians whose rules I’ve placed in on the confinement shelves of my mind. It joins other devices meant to harness me and keep me from being heard.
That’s why I sometimes freakout, shift vernacular, confuse convention, use freeing word tranformation, employ in-fixes, and coin in wild abandon…oh, and cuss…just a little… (that’s different from curse, of course)
