The Subtle Art of Not Being the One

In every family or relationship, whether personal or professional, there’s always the ONE. The go-to person, the dependable, responsible one who gets the job done and makes things happen. This is the person everyone turns to when times get tough, the Strong ONE who shoulders all burdens and still comes out on top. People cast their troubles upon the most capable shoulders, and the ONE dutifully exceeds all expectations.

However, it’s important to remember that even the Strong ONE has their own issues and problems to deal with. Even strong, responsible people need shoulders to lean on from time to time. The ONE needs time to decompress and just be with themselves, but they often don’t take the time, feeling it is their duty to fix all the problems around them. Even Superman knew to take time out and be just regular old Clark Kent.

Being the ONE can be both a blessing and a curse, especially for those who haven’t learned the difference between wanting to say no and needing to say no. Being the natural fixer without defined boundaries can leave you overdrawn and depleted, with no way to refill your own cup. In our zeal to help others, we must ensure we are not robbing ourselves.

You do a disservice to others when helping them becomes burdensome to your spirit and starts to weigh you down. Saying no is not about withholding assistance; it’s often about self-preservation and recognizing that to say yes is to give away the very essence of yourself, leaving nothing left.

Do not feel guilty for setting limits and taking the time to remove the cape. Be gentle with yourself, even the broadest shoulders can break under unevenly distributed weight. Help others understand that you are not the only one capable of handling situations or tasks. Often, you are just the easier or more cooperative choice.

It’s a complete sentence

Instead of taking on others’ causes, suggest ways they can handle the matter themselves. Help to enable them, not be an enabler. As the saying goes, give a man a fish, and he eats for a day; teach him to fish, and he can feed himself for a lifetime.

Remember, it’s hard to move while carrying the weight of others. Free yourself, and at the same time, free them from always having to depend on you.~micaiah

“The strength of a person is not measured by their ability to carry the weight of the world, but by their ability to lift others up while standing tall themselves.” ~anonymous

Fighting to Matter

To be black and live in America is to live through trauma.

Black lives do not matter. Animals and walls get more respect and consideration than black people do.

People are murdered in their homes and yet they are made to be villains.
Even in their deaths the world tries hard to turn the tables so even sympathy is not given.

Oppression makes a wise man mad. And continually perpetuating trauma makes a person numb.

But
life goes on and we keep pushing because our souls weren’t created to quit.

Some of us march, some pray, others protests, rebel and raise holy hell and no one can say any of them are wrong.

Because collectively we are grieving and enraged all at the same time; we have lost so many and each death effected us, even if only subconsciously.

Every death by the hands of the police has you questioning your safety during what should be a routine traffic stop.

Have you reconsidering mentioning the police as someone a child can turn to and be safe with in times of trouble.

Parents have had to change the narrative of their coming of age stories especially with their black male children to include how to live through an interaction with the police.

It’s crazy to have to explain that typically black people are seen as guilty until proven innocent and even then they are sometimes still punished.

Society might have removed the chains, but they’ve held fast to the cruelties and tenets of slavery.

Yet somehow we still make strides and make moves because our souls weren’t created to quit.

With tear stained faces and red rimmed eyes we still stand tall with our fists held high.

Burdened by the struggle to be recognized as human, worthy of life, deserving of justice.
Fighting to matter.
~micaiah

Through the process

Shed the skin of expectancy and peel off the facade of perfection.
Free your heart from the shortcomings of others and yourself.
Unburden your shoulders from carrying the shame of associating with soulless beings.
Cleanse your eyes from the blurry half truths and focus on the freedom of reality.
Change occurs only with the realization that there is room for improvement.
Whether you improve your physical, mental, emotional, financial or spiritual well-being it all ends in your betterment.
Be better and most importantly love yourself through the process.
~micaiah

Born Free??

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and my creative juices went to work on a poem.
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Born Free??

Nine whole months my mother nurtured me
thinking once I’m born I’d be free
but this country has a plan for me
they branded me with a target
and planted seeds subliminally
they start off by labeling me in school
it’s not in a child’s nature to sit still for hours
but they change the narrative because they hold the power
I can’t see myself pictured in any of the books unless it’s February or the images have labels of thugs and crooks
White washing history, not allowing images of our greatness before slavery to make their way to me
Inoculating my body and indoctrinating my mind
Then have the nerve to blame my parents for why I have no culture or pride
They poison the food
and set the mood for my down fall
dreams get shattered and scattered
across sidewalks littered with trash and filled with shadows
shadows of people meant to serve and protect
yet they look awful suspect, when killing someone based on the color or their skin
oh wait they fit a description once again?
freedom can only be used loosely
police step on necks where those nooses used to be
bullets end lives quicker
because the earth is so much sicker
so my brown eyes cry every day since my birth
knowing this cold world doesn’t see my worth.
~micaiah
5/14/2020
©MYD-Dreams LLC

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