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8/30 – Struggle

Small sparrow struggles against a loose leaf

beak against branch, whittiling away for a nest,

unresting, using its only resource for a fortune,

seeing perfection on this one attached sprig,

ignoring those that fell already,

knowing the pride at that one struggled-for piece,

a lesson to little hatchlings that some things are worth it,

expend more energy but are their own earned rewards,

because nothing worth having comes easy,

at least that’s what the living tell their kin,

that consciousness is precious,

because it is short, and you might get eaten.

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2/30 – Privilege

Privilege is…

…the choice of forefathers to have come here, to have not arrived in chains.

…the ability to not be inherently more likely to be shot.

…whole personhood from the founding of the country of your birth.

…a lottery of melanin,
of economic status,
of opportunity.

…being able to discuss the advantages that I have inherently, because I pass,
gone are the circumspection of circumcision,
gone are quarrelsome curls that announce my otherness,
gone my kippa and tzitzit that says that I’m Hebrew,
Kike, Christ-killer, Juden, Jew,
and Roma, Kalderashi, there is nowhere to call home,
pogroms should be all I know –
privilege is not having ever been driven from somewhere,
my ancestors on either side never knew such,
black men and women in America have never known such,
the First Peoples here have never known such,
the Mexican People have never known such,
this land is built on the bodies of “others” brought here,
granted no rights and worked to their deaths,
privilege is being able to shrug this inhumane history off ourselves.

…perpetual because we’ve let it.

…running rampant because we believe there are more of them,
or that they are more powerful,
but we are what we have always been,
we are WHO we have always been,
the oppressed,
the irreverent,
the dreamers,
the believers,
we are righteous in our indignation,
we are at the end of our rope,
we are ready for revolution,
we cannot have more of the same,
privilege is the right of the strong and the lame.

…available to us all. It is ours for the taking.

…being at the precipice of this coming change.

Luna(r)

He never asked she change
Her coloration,
She was the moon and white and always would be,
Or her phases,
He knew she would wax and she’d wane, it was plain,
He didn’t even ask she be faithful,
Just that she’d
Always be
True.

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Tag

Sticking out,
Tag like,
Obtuse,
Too unpracticed
At small talk,
Too timid for a noisy bar
Full of people
Who know each other already,
No way into the conversation
Save for an oddity
That was gifted
And hangs
Like old memories,
The way the El Cortez still smells
Of 60 year old cigars
And the musk
That marks it
Proprietary.

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Di(e)chotomy

It seems like most days
Existence is a chore more than a blessing,
Like that last breath would suffice as a finale,
As though this chord poured every inch of effort out of me – a whole blues band contained in that note.

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Gratitude: Part 25

Yesterday I was grateful for:

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New Year’s Resolutions 2016

These are my resolutions for 2016.

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