I have been asked  to post my poem

Reclaiming: Recovery and Release and here it is:

Reclaiming, Recovery, Release

If the truth be told, I dropped the ball

I admit it is my fault for not paying attention to the details of my community

I admit that is my fault for not calling into question the things that are obviously going wrong in my community

I admit that I have too often turned my head when I should have looked squarely at some ridiculous activity in my neighborhood

I admit that I have driven faster when going east down Madison

when there are too the people are roaming

I admit that I shake my head in disgust when I am approached by someone that demands a quarter

I admit that I would rather forget the hood rather than remember the hood

I admit that I looked at someone that has a cigarette in one hand and an inhaler in the other and I say nothing – but I am having a full fledged riot on the inside

 

 

That is just the first step to recovery
 Acceptance – so I accept that I have been half paying attention

 even though I have develop the capacity to look fully engaged

 

So I am recovering from a lazy ass way of looking at my community

I am recovering from ignoring people that sell drugs and claim that they cannot do any better, I am recovering from stepping over trash that should be picked up, I am recovering from spending too much time talking about why something is the way that is and not about the solutions.

 

I am recovering the ability to dream big, love hard and care deeply.

I am recovering the ability to become more than a single flower; I think I want to bouquet of roses.

I am recovering from accepting others interpretation of how things should be or are in my community, for me and mine

I am recovering from being called shorty, sweetie, honey

I am going to help some into recovery that make an interesting comment about my ass

I am recovering from my own inconsistencies

I am recovering from a hopeless state of mind and body

I am recovering from being angry, it doesn’t suit my needs

 and it tends to make me Fat

and I am recovering from being fat

not taking care of myself is a thing of the past

instead I am recovering my capacity to love

That doesn’t mean that I will be handing out money or flowers

I am handing out some truth for free

In fact I may set up a truth telling booth
at a festival see how much people can take

 

I am recovering from lying to you, telling you that everything is OK, FiNE AND ALRIGHT –when it is NOT

I am recovering from hiding my joy my elation and other joyous feeling cause everybody else has a stick up there ass

Its all good GOOD

I am recovering my ability to go beyond telling the truth

I can see the truth

 

The truth is the we are in a crisis, a global crisis, a health and economic crisis, a community crisis every kind of crisis – you name it we got it and we act like we don’t know-but we are going to recover

 

I am recovering from being caught up for longer than 5 minutes by anything that is silly, trivial or doesn’t pay a bill.

 

I am recovering from having to be finished, done, complete, perfect, correct….

 

I am recovering……me

 

Reclaim, Recovery, Release

 

I release,

let go of drop, kick to the curb, 86, say adios to things that hold me back

Hold back my community,

I cannot create for you

So I release you

And I ain’t got nothing but love for you – boo

 

and I will forever hold close to me your hopes, your dreams

those well wishes well wishes only push me forward

 

I release silliness, pettiness, insecurities

 

I release shortsightedness, indecision, I release the burden of oppression, I release a victim ideology, I release lack, I release fear, I release woundedness, I release my mother my father my boyfriends my husband and whoever and anyone that I have held in emotional prisons for too long,

 I release my children, god l knows what the need the lord more than they need me

I release them not for there own good but for mine,

Cause now I know there value and I know mine

I know what it takes to fly

 LD

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