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