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Believe them

If a blind man tells you it’s difficult to shop for groceries, you believe him.
If a bmx rider tells you it’s hard to take a turn on a bike with mud in his wheels, you believe him.
If a dog breeder tells you that certain breeds don’t get along in the yard, you believe them.
If a soldier says it’s hard to be thousands of miles from their family, you believe them.
When a figure skater says that learning to do a double axle is difficult you believe them.
You believe them.
Every time.
Because you KNOW that you don’t know.
So why when a minority or marginalized demographic tells you what they experience do you stand in disbelief?
There is evidence of what they say.
Centuries of history.
Acts on camera.
Laws of old.
But you don’t believe them.
I can only draw one conclusion.
You have something to cover or something to lose
You have too much pride and can’t admit that you’re wrong
You’re misinformed or naive.
You don’t know.
They do.
Believe them.

When I ask people to be objective, they can do it in any area outside of race and religion it seems.

I have a dog and you don’t? Let me tell you about dogs.

I have a degree and you don’t? Let me educate you.

Those who attempt to discredit what the persecuted claim to experience don’t seem to give it a second of thought.

It seems simple.

The 60’s weren’t long ago.

We aren’t perfect.

In comparison to other countries longevity, the United States is a teenager.

Our rebellion for the sake of liberty brought us into being.

That spirit is dying in some of us.

Half of us have aged without wisdom and turned into a comfortable and fat middle aged man with a desk and health insurance.

To keep his job he has to obey. Fall in line. Forget his dreams.

Thank God (if you have one) for the rest of us.

We won’t let that fighting spirit die.

That brave spark that screams, “GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!”

And while you’re at it. Give it to my brothers and sisters as well.

Closed doors and closed minds feed the glutton and the bigot.

How can we stand for the anthem that depicts us as the home of the brave as we shut our doors to those who cry in desperate shrieks for assylum, all because we are AFRAID of a handful of terrorists that may resemble them.

That’s cowardice.

I love my country.

I love that flag.

That’s why we speak up.

Because only an arrogant fool could say we are perfect and have no need to improve.

We were once a world ruler on the basis of moral authority.

Equality.

Free speech.

Civil liberty.

Every one of those things is under fire.

That is why we rise. And, that is why we respectfully kneel.

This country isn’t what it was or could be.

So we let it be known that we are aware.

We are aware and loud so that our government might make a change.

No one is harmed. No one is dying for our protest.

Other than Heather Heyer. Eric Garner. Michael Brown. Laquan Mcdonald. Tamir Rice. Walter Scott. Freddie Gray. Sandra Bland. Alton Sterling. Philando Castile. Terrance Crutcher. Or any of the 309 black people killed by police in this country in 2016.

Or the many mentally ill or disabled Americans who were fatally wounded because they couldn’t communicate.

Hate and prejudice did this.

But it lives in the hearts of ill informed men.

Inequality is not a myth. Or an excuse.

It’s a reality and just because you haven’t experienced it doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

Many have seen it and been brave enough to stand against it.

What do they have to gain by protesting it?

Why would they make it all up?

More persecution?

More hateful words?

They aim for equality and Justice.

That’s all.

They want this country to be what that anthem dictates!

They want those words to be true.

I used to cry when I heard it played in an arena.

I believed that anthem when I was young.

Now I cry because we have strayed so far from those values.

We’ve become the antithesis of what we once believed in.

The day of the white man in charge has got to end. Others have proven to be just as valuable.

If you can’t play on an even playing field, that’s your fault, not theirs.

They want and deserve those inaliable rights.

Life.

Liberty.

The pursuit of justice.

Freedom.

How to deal

Look.

I know.

Lots of people find an insistence on posting political material to be annoying.

But, here’s how I see it, dudes.

We have to engage to be a part of things. Whatever your opinion is, have it.

Talk about it.

Better yet, talk about it with people who disagree with you.

Do it as respectfully as you can, of course.

I’m no saint.

I’ve allowed my soul to catch fire and my words to get heated.

Nothing came of those arguments.

So I aim to develop DISCUSSIONS.

Discussions where we meet on common ground. Where our bubbles intertwine and we feel no threat from one another.

That’s when the walls come down and the eyes and minds open.

We are all in this together.

But, I won’t sit by idly and ignore what is going on because it makes me uncomfortable to interact, or because I may have to admit I’m wrong or fight for what I know is right.

I’ve got to take part IN it to call myself a part OF it.

A contributing member of society.

Not a faceless troll or a haphazard voter.

Education comes from those whose ideas oppose mine.

That’s when my mind grows, even if they’re wrong.

That’s when I see what I don’t already know.

Then I seek out what I can intellectually gain from.

Be patient. Kind. Humble.

Realize the value of your belief and the value of theirs.

If their belief hurts another human being it detracts from the concern I have for them.

It’s some kind of humanitarian law.

But, it’s theirs. Not yours.

And you won’t convince them to think otherwise with hateful words or angry glares or even a gun to the head.

Calm.

Cool.

Intelligent and fact checked, source cited information won’t reach those who are unwilling to budge.

Cut your losses for a moment and move on to those willing to hear an inciteful voice.

You can’t help those who need to be helped by bullying the bully.

It only makes the bully more angry and vengeful.

Love Trump’s Hate

What do we do?

Hell if I’ll be militant.

Hell if I’ll be hateful.

Sh*t in between isn’t exactly impactful either.

I grew up under Obama.

Came up under bush Jr.

Was a child with the Clinton and Reagan reign.

What I’m doing now is the best I can do because this “president” is as close to Hitler as I hope we ever come.

I can’t be peaceful and hippie and Hycaeit via 1969. I’d be that girl again. But the world came forward and now we’ve gone behind. So we have to catch up.

I’m not mincing words anymore.

You’ve heard it before.

Everyone has.

Didn’t hear the warning? Your bad.

You’re bad.

Not me. Not mine.

Catch up or shove off.

There was a time for peaceful protests and we tried to break it to you gently.

You didn’t hear it.

TOO BAD FOR YOU CHANGE COMES ANYWAY.

Decades of protests

Years of the same words.

Try to take us backwards

WE GET LOUD.

HELL. you can’t take us all down. Not gonna happen.

We win.

Always.

Because the battle was fought and won.

You’re trying to erase it.

Good luck. We have the high score.

Try unplugging the macineūüėč

To letting go, by Andrea starr

I don’t know why I’m sending this or if you’ll even get it. I guess I’m hoping for the latter. Or I’m just crazy and can’t seem to let you go.

The words have been swirling in my head for a while now. Over and over, what I’d say to you, yet, they’re t really clear enough to actually call you and say them to your face.

Maybe I think writing them down will help to truly wash my hands of you. Please accept my apology if I ramble on a bit.

I’ve heard things here and there and I do genuinely hope you’re okay.

I guess, in a way, I have to thank you for the shady things you’ve done to me.

I know that everyday you have to live with them and, deep down, I hope you feel some remorse.

Though a big part of me doubts you do.

I’m now out traveling the world.

I just hit my 38th country.

I know I should hate you and despise you, but, I can’t.

I’m not that kind of person.

Against better judgement, I forgave you a long time ago. You’re part of who and what has made me into what I am today, sitting on the beach of an island in Australia. Looking up at some of the most amazing stars I’ve ever seen.

Even so, it brings me back to us drinking wine and watching airplanes come in over the valley of the desert in “our secret” spot. A spot that I never shared with anyone else.

As much as I think you’re a sack of shit…

Part of me loved you and you’ll always hold a place in my heart.

Part of me knew you as you knew me.

Part of me saw you in the weak forms.

The times when no one posts a fake image on social media.

The parts that are personal.

The parts that resonate with the intimate aquaintances.

The gross faces.

The bad bits.

The zits and the rolls.

The double chinned angles, and the waking breath.

You, more than most people, know how hard I am to crack. How hard it is to get into my heart.

Somehow, you managed to do that.

It makes me sad and angry and happy all at the same time to know that you accomplished such a monumental feat.

Without you I wouldn’t be where I am today.

I guess there is sometimes a feeling…

A feeling that the moving on will never happen and it will never be over if the chance to say what needs to be said doesn’t come.

Closure.

Closer to the new start and old comfortable feelings.

The feelings I had before we met.

I’ll be different when I let you go because of all we’ve shared, but it won’t be a different soul in me, just a new perspective.

I’ll be free to claim my spirit again and see it with new eyes.

Eyes that couldn’t see this way had we never met.

In part the change comes from your actions and partly because of mine. Some of it caused by my experience and some caused by things you did.

This moving on, it’s never certain. How is it done? Is it right? Why do I feel this way? When is it over? All I know for certain is,

I get to be me again.

That’s my greatest gift.

That’s everyone’s greatest gift.

It must be done.

I’m done.

It’s over. No matter what was left unsaid.

No matter what we didn’t get to do.

Its done.

We are done.

I am done.

And I get to be me to once more.

No matter what.

No matter where.

No matter who I leave behind.

I get to be me once more.

To emma

To my beautiful girl, I give you these words.

Well, my dear, it may seem this world was never meant for us, not the way it is now, not the way it has been. But, my darling, nothing worthwhile was made perfect from the start.

Everything craved, lusted for, and containing real value started in someone’s dreams.

It took molding and shaping and relentless perseverance on the part of some Great Creator to turn dirt into the smooth painted walls of the cliff.

The painted desert walls of Southern Dakota or the Grand canyon. The dust had to gather and settle and harden, the river had to etch in it it’s name. That is what it takes to make true beauty and art and YOU, my precious darling, are art.

They’ll lie to you every day.

You’ll see these lies on television, in movies, on billboards, from sources deemed reputable by leaders and authority.

You’ll hear them in songs and out of the mouths of the ones you trust,

BUT,

listen to my voice, child.

Let it ring loudly each time you need it.

I’ll scream it into a jar for you to keep safe.

I will tell you the truth as I’ve learned it the hard way and I’m telling you now that this truth will not change.

You’re beautiful, that’s true.

But what can that body do that will last more than a century?

Nothing more than a memory in the minds of those you meet will that body become.

Your mind is your asset, your strength, your own source of energy and with it you will create poetry and think great thoughts that will be repeated endlessly by others who seek to feel your souls starlight.

Your strength and your will.

Your wit and your might.

THEY will travel through time while your body will rot, but not the fruits of your mind.

Your voice will echo forever if behind it you place intentions that are pure and words that are wise.

Your soul is sacred and eternal so let it be free and unspoiled, untainted and untethered by the fleeting expectations of a society that is only as valuable as a tear drop in the sea.

If you let them smother you with their misguided truth and intentions, you , my sweet girl, will break your own heart.

No one can break it from the outside because, unlike man, you are not made of stone, but of gold.

Malleable and soft, precious and rare. As they try to break you, you will bend and stretch under the hammer.

You will sway as their screams of inequality create hurricanes of wasted wind, because some Great Creator that cannot be fathomed made you with a great purpose.

It is one that will remain unexplained until you are capable of understanding it and strengthened enough by experience to head into it without fear while holding His hand with a faith that no religion could contain.

You, my sweet one, are exquisite, far beyond the words of all languages combined.

There is no term for what you will become because they will coin one when you reveal what it is you were created for. You are capable of creating the future we have fought for and the one you deserve.

The responsibility may seem too great and too heavy and you may falter and fall but never give up, never stay down.

Your spirit is a magnet and others will join you to help you carry the weighty load and together you will become more than the bearers of life but the creators of a world worth living in.

You, my little girl, can do anything and no one can stop you for you are magnificent in a way that transcends their realm of understanding and enters into one that exists to you alone.

You are a dancing and sparkling spirit, affecting change, fortifying the future with goodness and justice.

You are a gift to all mankind and should be treated as such, without exception.

They will try to lessen you and attempt to dull you down and this is the time to take out that jar.

Open it in front of them and the screams of those who’ve fought the battle before you will force them back and deafen them.

They will fall to their knees.

The strength is yours.

The wisdom has been freely given and rightfully earned.

Use it and never forget that your power requires no explanation, justification, or excuse.

It needs only an outlet in the form of a song, an essay, a speech.

Whatever you choose, if you use it well and with grace and love, it will live inside the souls of the ones you’ll save with it, for eternity.

You, my baby, can do anything.

Let no one steal that from you with noise and normality.

With these words I deliver into your hands your own destiny. In your hands is where it belongs. Hide it from no one so others may see you and seek you out. Let them be fortified while taking shelter under your wild wings above. Teach them to be strong. You’re more than they’ll allow you to realize, so, I’ll tell you now and repeat it as often as needed. You are the way forward, the answers, the truth. Shine bright, little darling. Be brave, teach others, stay true. You are the future you’re wishing for. The entire universe lives inside of you. Use it.

The traveler. 

   This post has been a collaborative effort between my dear friend Andrea and I. Andrea, being the brave and selfless soul that she is, is currently traveling the world on a charitable mission. She and I have long known that we share a very similar set of ideals and perspectives so, when she approached me today with the idea of working on a piece together that could express what her soul has been screaming to say, I didn’t hesitate for a moment.  We wrote this today to convey a sense of sorrow we share for the path that many we have met seem to be on in the hope of awakening a dormant energy in the good people of this world that may act as a catalyst to the creation of positive change.

   As a traveler, exploring new countries, cities, and places is truly inspiring. Adversely, it has also saddened me deep into my core. As I sit here sipping my coffee, I look around and have realized that there are too many people on this planet that have never truly lived. 

   One day they are going to wake and realize they haven’t enjoyed life but, by then, it will be too late. They were too busy trying to “keep up with the Joneses”. They have spent a life time acquiring material goods to fill their homes instead of acquiring substance and experiences to fill their souls. It is my fear that they will leave this world with an emptiness as they have failed to do and see the things that actually make life worth living. To develop and fortify their eternal selves. To leave a spring of energy behind that future generations can draw from.

   I understand the logistics and necessity of money but it’s the constant consuming that society breeds into us from birth that I can’t seem to wrap my brain around.  Why do we not focus on teaching our children the more substantial, fulfilling, and worthwhile values of life? Such as meeting new people in strange places, however alien or odd they may seem, which enriches our love of human kind and adds to a sense of sameness that allows us to feel empathy, a deeper connection, and an ability to relate so that we need never feel alone. To be kind to one another including those we don’t understand or stand to gain anything from. To become acquainted with people unlike ourselves so that we can learn something from them and they can gain knowledge by knowing us. To not judge critically but rather embrace our differences and to search out commonalities we can use to unite. 

   Maybe it is me who is running away from society. Maybe I am searching for something that does not exsist. It’s a feeling I’m longing for that I’m unable to find.

   But, as I sit here, I can’t seem to get far enough away from where I am. 

   Every adventurer travels with a multitude of items that vary due to the individual needs of each mission or destination. However, there is one thing they carry with them as they travel to every location.  No matter where I go, there I am. And, so is the feeling that the people I have met could benefit from walking a slightly different path. This feeling and place I seek may not exsist yet but, they very well could.

  It’s not that I feel my way is best or perfectly suited for every soul on this Earth but, with a greater commitment to performing kind and altruistic acts, a deepened empathy and connection to all of humankind, an amplified desire to teach and elevate every population, and with a renewed focus on the aspects of life that are soul enriching and knowledge expanding as opposed to the superficial and meaningless things people seem to lustfully desire, we may be able to create that peaceful place in every valley, village, and bustling metropolis the world over.

  Perhaps the sense of fulfillment I have sought for so long as I have walked alongside so many empty spirits as they scratch for sustenance on the walls of malls and market places will finally overtake me as I successfully help to realign the human hearts I touch with a real sense of purpose.  Maybe my philanthropic deeds and toiling to teach a man to seek a sense of duty or a position in which he can lift another man up instead of exhausting himself in an effort to obtain a title, a place of power, or a societal status that only holds value in his office building while making him stacks of paper money that could easily blow away or burn, will bring me that sense of ease. 

   I wish to teach people to value the things that don’t fade in and out of style.  I want to show everyone the roads that I have found to happiness on a map that any and all can read and travel, despite their income bracket, race, or gender. Despite any affiliation of any kind.  I wish to pass on the knowledge I have gained through great difficulty, freely and to all who seek a well of limitless joy that is built with the bricks we create by being of service to others and is filled with the satisfaction of knowing that we have contributed to the positive forces, giving as much as we have taken.  

   I know that not everyone can see or experience what I have seen. I’ve witnessed a broad scope of the human condition and life on many levels.  I have seen the very poor, unable to feed themselves or seek necessary medical care. Children, homeless on the filthy streets of dangerous cities. Their stomachs aching with hunger and their hearts aching with the discomfort of abandonment and the weariness that comes with never having had the opportunity to feel at rest or at ease. They are in tears because of the pain with no one to console them. Alone. Without hope. Vulnerable, uneducated, unprotected, and cast aside to be abused and left to die.  

  I grew to maturity in the American middle class where I was freely given an education. I was afforded the food and shelter that these children consider to be luxuries. I was told I had the right to safety and health. Ignoring the ridiculousness in desiring statuses and stuff is impossible for me now. 

   No matter the country, race, or creed, people are people. Children are children. A smile is a smile and laughter and tears, worry and regret, hunger and cold, love and anger are endowed upon us all to let us know that, despite our differences, we are made of the same material. 

  We cringe as we watch others suffer because we are born with a sense of responsibility to be of assistance to one another. The borders of countries created imagined walls.  With those walls came the division of race, religion, and allegiance to governments that have seperated us for thousands of years.

Men created those things. 

Men make mistakes.

   I’m not seeking a Utopia, for that seems an unattainable dream.  I only dream of kind hearts and helping hands and minds that seek out similarities instead of the divisive differences. I’m in search of a more unified society that is comprised of a brilliant pallette of colorful faces and is driven by compassion, acceptance, and open mindedness. It is fueled with the warm and inexhaustible energy of love instead of this one that seems to be hell bent on stoking the furnace fires with hate while we fill our empty spaces with gold or plastic, closing our eyes and ears as people beg for help and shutting ourselves off only to wonder why we feel so alone. 

  If you would only try the way I found, grow accustomed to living with a little less, become used to desiring little but offering much, I am certain you would find that seeking fulfillment by helping and bringing joy to others is an everlasting source of contentment, and, the opportunities for entertainment and intellectual growth are never-ending if one becomes willing to look beyond what they already know.

   My benevolent spirit was cultivated from the same materials that every one of us is made from and the world seems to be in need of an adjustment. If even a small portion of this planet’s population of over 7 billion beings would make even a small shift in a more selfless direction, millions of lives would be improved and millions of minds would be grown. All of those good things that we millions of changed souls do would become the seeds, planted in the newly fertile soils we have enriched and made suitable for growth with our new philanthropic mindsets, that will grow into the crops that feed the next generation of kind and hungry souls.