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The Teachers Strike

  Minneapolis Teachers Strike I brought a tub of cream cheese and a dozen bagels to a friend’s house for a gathering. What I didn’t realize was that the gathering wasn’t supposed to happen until next week. I brought the bagels home and decided to bring them to the rally the teachers were having the next day.  When I woke up up I figured it would do them good as it was a cold and dreary Monday morning. So Jess, Princey and me drove on down there. As we turned on to Broadway off of Golden Valley Road in North Minneapolis we could hear excited voices of a large crowd singing in harmony  There was an upbeat tune of a marching band  The beat of the bass drum goes straight to your heart The horns and the brass gets you to stand up at attention and smile We could see a rainbow of jackets, coats, and sweatshirts that were worn by the people who were busy milling about and greeting each other You could see an infinite number of people that filled the block It seemed that this street that we wal
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Dancing With my Heart

  Inside my heart I dance I am free I am joy I am peace I am love When I leave this sacred place, I can't help but get sucked into a persistent pattern of blaming, condemning and judging those who I feel are being shortsighted and evil I feel righteous in doing so I react towards those who pollute the planet and disenfranchise others. The ones who feel privileged and entitled My instinct is to attack I am in it for the fight  Which takes me down to my knees in pain and despair It feels incredibly daunting How they sneak through the system to attain wealth and power I am breathless in shock and fear And I pray from my head For answers For Relief For Escape For Safety For Change For Rehabilitation I lose my way I am stuck My body turns into a vessel - a machine With no soul It is lost in chaos In fear and desperation I freeze Caution leads the way It ignores my heart And I grasp onto whatever is attractive and charismatic It may be a movie, show, song, food, political figure, or guru
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Turn Away

  When I turn away I don't have to see the hatred I don't have to witness the disregard of life There is a break from the grief and pain in my heart over the inhumane rules we live by and the destruction to our planet I don't have to hear made up stories or egotistical banter and nonsense to justify the fear and self centered actions of those who so desperately need to feel privileged  I don't have to see the out of control fires I don't have to watch the videos of people attacking doctors and scientists I don't have to hear about those who refuse vaccination and condemn wearing a mask I think about since the beginning of this country's birth there has been a disregard and brutal treatment of the Native population and people of Color And to this day there is a full court press to keep Black, Brown, Native and people of color from voting When I hear those, who out of entitlement and righteousness, preach that they have individual rights to carry guns in publi
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The Fragile State of Mind

  The booth in the restaurant is spacious and far enough away from the other ones to feel safe from whatever virus is lurking in the air The number of covid infections has decreased and there aren't many diners at this time of day I don't have to obsess over catching covid Besides I have been vaccinated fully My friend sitting across the table whose face and chest that extends from the bench in the dimly lit room isn't He says he's healthy and guarantees it He maintains his slight congestion is allergies I believe him with a drop of doubt I lean back a little on my side of our domain to get some space I am here today because I want to hear what is exactly inside of him, and from my heart, without judgment He's a champion of white nationalism and trumpism I want to understand because until now I carry resentment that I know weighs me down And my ego has a desire to convert and save him He says he wants to hear my views and we agree we both want the same thing That th
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Me and the Sky

  My eyes gaze at the sky The white cotton blends into the grey backdrop I feel a quiver a sense of loneliness inside my stomach It's like a message or a note has been passed to me from above I feel the innocence - the purity - from the space all around and inside me Has been stolen The sky is not as clean as it looks The invisible air isn't so invisible The faces of strangers aren't as trustworthy as they used to be My imperfect world that had at one time been a vessel for me to journey in and seek answers - purpose - and meaning It seems to have stalled When I look at the sky it tells me "it's tired - it can't breath" It is overloaded with all the dishonesty - the narcism - the disregard of life and integrity And this sadness sits inside my core And I ca't hide it anymore Like the sky - I grieve 
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My White Skin

  My white skin It's a badge that is stained That plays with my mind I sometimes call myself white But it's only my skin The tragedy is that my whiteness has seeped into my brain and my eyes I view the world through a white lens I see others with different shades of skin  They speak with accents and have unique, even exotic dialects My whiteness tells me they are "the other" My brain says "watch out you are in danger" This how my whiteness sees my world and those who are not white This planet has many colors that capture my heart The lush green foliage in the summer The crystal clear blue hue of the winter sky during a sunny afternoon I can't help but get drawn into the natural beauty of nature When looking up and there is a sudden appearance of a rainbow following a dramatic thunder storm it's almost impossible not to get hypnotized by the spectrum of color up above We live and we exist in living color Every day My whiteness goes way beyond skin dee
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The Darkness underneath white skin

My silence protects me from being consumed by the desperate pulsating waves  That run down the inside of my chest and stomach This run away train has been eroding my inner landscape for as long as I can remember It is mysterious and powerful When I dare to take a stand, my actions dissolve into  silence and I sink into a paralysis of numbness and chaos I hide in the dark, lonely, night where I pray for survival I am imbedded into the furniture of a room where I won't be seen Hidden from the eyes of those who won't gaze through me I am not to be found out I reside in obscurity to protect the fragility  Of my delicate psyche  That I've learned to hide  And I run as fast as I can from it This is my cross to bear It feels ancient and is bigger than me It is who I am and more Today I saw a slight reflection of that haunted area My protective shield that has guarded this place inside that I've had no stomach to see, hear or feel has cracked I stumbled upon that part of me tha
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