h2>Dating : A Call To Arms
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FOR MY EXISTENCE TO BE HEALING
Ivy on abandoned trees
That loss
That emptiness
Our life is a question we don’t answer because it is fed to us
What gives me the authority to be a modern preacher, in this economy?
What stops me from achieving my biggest dreams if this pain will never end?
Perhaps this pain has power
Power I don’t understand
WE look for the same thing in so many things
I, me, myself, and I,
Experienced a situation where
And i felt
And because of it I
It was I, me, who found a way to find a language to which i belong, one that is not my mother’s or my father’s, not their grandparents, not the language of the teachers I learn from
Too many of my mothers have tried to beat the system to no avail
Too many of my mothers have died by the hand of the language they were fed
I just need to understand
You are musical
I am too
I am sensing that I am more
And because of you
I want that too
Objectivity and subjectivity are not concepts to be analyzed, they are pools to swim in
I drowned once
Okay I’m being dramatic, but I thought I drowned
And my dad saved me
It was a baptism of sorts
Just not in the church
I don’t identify with the church
I identify with knowledge
With the knowledge that has been passed down to me from generations
The knowledge is conflict
The knowledge is drama
A woman is dramatic so she can be
Drama
Dream
Dance
Doozy
Diva
Dig
Hole
Death
It wouldn’t be fair for nothing to mean something
If i mean something
But that is a fact of life
For something
For some person
I had to forgive myself for what i thought of myself
For what i thought of the world
Language is a powerful thing
And it is evident when someone is new to something
You have the privilege of learning how to live life from the tools
No left no right
No good no bad
No wrong no good
No hate no love
Just life
Does that make sense?
Life is something
And can be decimated in a matter of seconds
A mind can be blown
And a head becomes empty