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

The Circle of Life

Whenever anyone dies, it’s a humbling moment to remind us all of our mortality. No matter how we live or our socioeconomic backgrounds, we all have an expiration date.

Whether you believe in a higher power or not doesn’t negate the certainty of death.

The recent unexpected and tragic death of Kobe Bryant along with 8 other individuals rocked many.

Unexpected deaths are always hard, because there is no time to prepare or guard your emotions.

Now that I’m in my late forties and both my parents and several close friends have passed, it’s hard not to get caught up in an avalanche of grief and tears when hearing about the death of others.

It’s as if the grief of others, stirs up a hornets nest of emotions within me and I know from reading other peoples social media posts and comments that I’m not alone in those feelings.

I honestly have to force myself to limit time on social media as it can become too heavy a burden to bear. Energy no matter the source, can be transferred.

It’s important to take time for self care and to regroup after tragic events or the death of others.

It’s easy to allow the darkness and cloak of depression to envelop you into a false sense of comfort.

Don’t be fooled, your light is not out. The flame may have flickered, but as long as you have breath that light still shines.

So, I’ve committed to living more intentionally.

To appreciate the days and make them count.

To create new and lasting memories.

To live, laugh and love and show appreciation for all those in my life.

To let go of the small stuff and focus on the bigger picture.

I’ve committed to be a better version of myself and live each day to the fullest, because we never know when it will be our last.

~Micaiah

Carrying You

When you have broad shoulders the world expects you to carry heavy burdens

The invisible cape rests upon those shoulders, evidence of all her strength

Although invisible to her, others see the cape and call upon her as a savior to save them from the ills of their own consequences

And being selfless she casts her own needs and vulnerabilities to the side in order to catch those that have fallen

Adding yet more weight to an already dangerously heavy load

Weighing down the spirit and overwhelming the mind

Yet her knees are made sore through supplications for strength to keep enduring

People notice her slow movements

Yet they don’t hesitate to add more weight

They are mystified by her resilience and in awe of her faith

They are selfish in their need of her and never take the time to contemplate her need for rest

She fixed their hearts and minds and mended their wings so they could take flight

As they soared onward and upward casting shadows on the source casting her majestic glow upon them

She gave until she was depleted,

sitting in stark darkness and when she called for help

They heard yet ignored her cries

finding it hard to conceive that the source of their strength needed support

They closed their eyes and turned their backs

Forcing her to face herself in the mirror and apologize for the lack of self-care

She had to apologize to herself for depleting her resources and saving nothing for herself

She had to learn the art of saying no and not feeling guilty

She had to hang up the cape and refuse some calls for help

She had to discover the beauty and necessity of losing the weight of other people

She had to master nourishing her own soul

And uncover the joy in carrying herself.

~micaiah