My poem today exemplifies that there is a different kind of weight that comes with how we each live our lives and as a Black woman who fights for those around me, I understand that there are burdens to the way I care for others. People of color so commonly have to build the spaces we want to be a part of because they almost never exist the way we need them to until we put in the work to create them; right now, Tianna is being penalized before those spaces in SLO and beyond can truly begin to exist.
The Crew Dragon's return this past week is something so outside of my realm that even though I don’t know a whole lot about it, it’s still pretty exciting and maybe you’re asking yourself why. Well, it’s because this was the final test flight of the final crew Dragon, and not only was this a major opportunity to watch history happen, but it was largely emblematic of where we’re all at in our lives. I mean, just look at one of the people who was in that launch.
This "challenge" was, in fact, not just about empowering women and strength. It was so much more than that and it was not at all what people believed it to be. Instead of being what many initially thought, this movement ended up getting buried under black and white selfies of women who changed the meaning of what it was supposed to be; even though many may have had good intentions, it had an oppressive impact nonetheless.
The book I have for you today is a bit of a cross between my Poetry Place and usual Bookworms, mostly because I’ve found myself missing poetry more lately these days. I have been turning to more voices of color and specifically, Black voices, to hear what those around me who are like me need to say.
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I need to acknowledge something I think a lot of people are struggling with. Control. Every time we make plans, they change; either that or as all the plans we want to make are no longer possible/safe/necessary the way we thought them to be. Between the fast-paced news headlines and people with plenty of questions, a lot of us are not sure where we stand with what’s going on around us anymore.
Whatever works for you might not work for everyone else and what you and someone else needs may not be the same, but when these areas do intersect, that’s when things get interesting. Lately, people have been protesting through ways that you wouldn’t expect them to be, from violin vigils to massive group yoga sessions in the middle of intersections. Though each are across the board in how we interact with them, they are all forms of expression, self-care, and protest at the same time. Poetry is no different.
As someone who likes to sometimes think that I’m as educated as I need to be or I can find all the information I need to know online, I’m only doing half the work if I forget to look at anything outside of what I think I want to find.
This week, I received confirmation that my diploma has been awarded and I am, in fact, no longer a student. As I wait for that piece of paper in the mail, I figured what better way to recognize that than to share with you a few things that I take with me from both inside and outside the classroom as I move into my new role as part of the working world.
Our actions within each movement speak louder than any of us ever could when it comes to what we really believe life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness means. Over time, what we do will determine where this reality takes us; optimistically, I am hoping for the best. But I also know that it is up to every one of us to do the work, educate ourselves, protect both ourselves and the people we love, and to pay attention to what’s happening in the world before it’s too late.