peace, peace, peace

a restful musing

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I want the world to change.

And by that, I mean that I want the planet that we call home, the ways that it is sculpted by people hellbent on oppressing others, to shift. I want to live in a different universe and a different time. A place where people don’t have to beg for food. Where Black folks can finally get rest. Children wandering around without fear. Where bigotry, and homophobia, and misogyny simply pass beyond us as a shadow in the night. That place where capitalism is destroyed and laughed at.

Btw read this beautiful piece by

Nadia Meli

Hunger.

“I know: there is someone waiting for me, who will not give me up, who goes ahead of me, who lifts me up, someone to whom I am important.” Juergen Moltmann

These are the things I daydream about. And I wonder why we bent the world in the direction that we did. Why we dream of labor. I started writing today as I listened to some old R&B music. Allowing my shoulders to relax and my breath to slow. My days have been a lot more busy than I enjoy.

Resilient Revoked

by Me

The magic of the Black body/mind/soul/spirit.​

Stronger than Superman. ​

And speaking of that man, we are taking off our capes so that we can be our own version of the mediocre Clark Kent. ​

We deserve the ease.​

We deserve the soft​

We need our bodies to be safe​

We need to let our tears out.​

We need to be Black and alive. (thank you June Jordan)

My desire is to communicate a peace to you that is possible. At least, I believe it is possible. Perhaps naive belief. A peace that we can work towards every day individually and collectively. Peace that lasts with us as we buy each other meals. Help one another in the grocery store. Remember special grief-dates.

I’m dreaming of peaceful days

because these chaotic

and

hateful days are too much for us.

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