Generations (a poem)
I stand tall, proud,
find strength in who I am,
inspired by my ancestors.
I stand tall, proud,
find strength in who I am,
inspired by my ancestors.
We have all known the narcissistic bully on the playground. For those of us who have lived long enough to see how those stories pan out, we have seen the pain, fear, and self-doubt that many of those bullies were dealing with under the surface.
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As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…
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I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
Give thanks. Give attention, acceptance, kindness. Give of your heart. Give comfort. Give peace, joy, happiness. Give of your soul.
It’s winter again, it’s snowing outside, and my soul is as dry as my hands. A frozen wasteland, no less of a desert. My heart is parched like the sands.
I hope you will join me in this act of solidarity as I stand up for those who are being forced to assimilate with a societal construct that does not fit them or reflect their lived experience.
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They have seen it all and stood strong despite the pushback. They have the scars to show for it, but they also have resilience.
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