White Power

 It is grey, damp, cold and I'm walking on a trail around Wirth Lake

Princey, my adorable black, furry companion, is sniffing the terrain

Enjoying the adventure 

Having no worries

Joyously trotting from one spot to another

As I am gazing at the bare trees and grey sky

I am struck by a jolt of anger

They voted for him

Not because they are working class people who feel screwed

Plenty of working class people didn't vote for him

They chose him because they bow down to White power

They laugh, cheer for him, and they catcall anyone that challenges their bigoted and racist universe

They feel strong and intoxicated 

They feel they are finally somebody and belong to something

They are loyal, and dedicated and will sacrifice their bodies and souls to be in this club

Because they drank the potion of White power 

And it tastes victorious

They are on the precipice of the highest peak

Everyone else is below them

And their job is to keep outsiders down 

By stepping on their necks

Shooting them in the back

And rounding them up and sending them away

Locking them in cages

And declaring the government as the enemy

Inventing lies, propaganda and false narratives

And denying, gas lighting whenever they are confronted

That's what they call power

They steal the truth

And cram it down the throats of people who are addicted to a false sense of bravado

And the most gigantic leap of delusion is that White people are entitled to sit on a throne

And they resort to desperation and vulgarity to accomplish this

Because there is no other way 

Because this way of life is not a way of life

It's fiction

It's not real

It's cheap

It's cowardly

And they stoop so low to idolize a bigot, a man who is as arrogant as the day is long

Who uses a keyboard and phone to flex his masculinity

And they imitate him to feel all mighty

I see those images

Their hypocrisy, hatred, their deliberate attacks and inhumane treatment of others

I can't help from becoming a glowing comet of rage

It starts in my abdomen and shoots into my throat

I need to breath and come back down to earth

And I set my gaze on my little companion scooting along

How she dives into each moment

And how the brisk December air is still and silent

Just her, the trees, the dark, icy lake and me

Right now the day belongs to us

As we bathe in innocence

I feel the energy in my body push me forward

And I can sense my heart crying

Over so much loss

Over so much ignorance

Over so much clutching to ego

Over so much denial

Over having to watch the value of power and control being rewarded

I know power

I have been in that arena

Where being on top of the mountain is what is most important

It is a drug you start and can't stop

And you might even step on someone to get there

What they don't realize is that power is nothing

It is empty

You can't touch it, hear it, see it, smell it, taste it

It is in your mind and doesn't make you better than anyone else

It is an excuse to play dirty

To cheat, steal, oppress, lie, abuse, and feel entitled

It's a delusional state

Not real

And if that's all you got that's pathetic

I remember when I reached a mountain peak in the Canadian rockies

It was spectacular

We had to hike the trail for miles

It got steeper and steeper

The trail got harder and harder

Our legs were aching

We had to navigate through rocks and boulders

The last couple of hundred feet we had to climb on our hands and knees

When we reached the very top I was in awe 

My eyes fixated on infinite mountain peaks all around my small body

I had a place in the deep blue sky

My whole being was full of endorphins

I was high

It was organic

I was at one with the planet

I still feel this energized aura inside my body

It is in my soul

I will never forget it

No one person can ever take that away 

I worked for it

Nobody spewed me any bullshit

My mind and my body earned that sensation

It is real

I remember time stood still

That is power

There are those who look past his hatred

There are those who look past his intentional deception

There are those who look past his grossness

There are those who look past his strategically induced violence

I can't look past that

I can't look past people who cheer that on

Who root for that

Who are amused by that

Who vote for that

I hold them all accountable

And I can't allow them to bring me down

I won't live in a state of oblivion or hopelessness

I am not a victim

I will fight to not allow their warped sense of values to harm my loved ones, myself, and anyone else 

The power that I was born with

The wisdom from my heart

Will guide me to do what is right

And I believe that we will all rise above the chaos

And peace and justice will prevail

We will make change

All of us together

They can't stop us

Not with superficial, egotistical, and self centered belief systems

It is the Strength and Power that is in our hearts where compassion and love reside

That is what will win

When my little companion and me get home

She will have her breakfast

And we will appreciate the quietness

And honor the moment together




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