Life in a constant state of motion.
Ever-evolving. Ebbing and flowin.
I think back to my past and shudder at bitter memories.
I remind myself I no longer live there. Each second that passes, that is where I live. I dwell in the moments. I feel the ache of my body after working for near eleven hours for folks who got annoyed as I reach for a glass to clear the way for more glasses, more drinks, more sloshed together memories of an overpriced wedding.
Nonetheless I’m grateful to feel the ache, and “earn” “my” “keep” in a world where we all born from mamas and covered in this fragile flesh and yet some people think themselves better than others.
I asked my [white] coworker about multifaceted white people tonight. (I’ve been trying to alter the way in which I preface folx, though in this case the race serves a purpose.) I know many black people who do not mess with white people, at all. I don’t blame them. I get it. But we both waiting on mostly rich white folk and we both getting disrespected so it’s clear that we ain’t shit to them. We not in their caste. It’s a shame more people don’t see that. It’s a shame more white people don’t see that. Then maybe they could see a lil past this matrix, it’s too glitchy for me nowadays. I can discuss these discrepancies with him and we can agree that this whole system is a mess, but it aggravates me that he will never know. I wish I could give you this feeling, truly. My intersectionalities allow me to see privilege so clearly, in all its troublesome forms. I would love to give the “majority” a taste of this cherry flavored syrup they been dishing out for hundreds of years. They’d be amazed how we took it and made it palatable. Spicy, sweet, full of flavor, not missing a beat. I will forever be confused by those who love my culture and hate the creators. I would think that they also hate their Creator. I know that there is a major disconnect and that is why we all ain’t on the same vibe. Until we connect to our God-Given intuitive, meditative, empathic selves, we will continue to suffer. This I know to be true. We truly reap what we sow, which is how I see that people can be past wealthy but their (con’t)
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