(Untitled) Meditating Endlessly about my Horizons because the view at ground level sucks I’m too close to the manmade earth which is made up mainly of mistakes and rocks. I’ve taken to tugging on my hair to relieve all this anxiety I have built up inside in school I believe they said it’s a disorder anxious obsession that I know is felt countrywide. I have no sense of control but what I sense isn’t too good in fact its keeping me with bald patches on my head and my eyes rolled up looking like a crackhead in the hood. If drugs were an option I’d be smacking my arm right now but my youth has already taught me that short term is not an option, not for me anyhow. So I keep my eyes on the horizon my mind floating amongst the clouds keeping my dreams alive and safe and protecting my goals underground.
*Note from Naturally Alise: Her poem was so hot that I dare not touch it, so below I will post the Cubicle Crusaders favorite poem by Nikki Giovanni, because it captures how we have been feeling as of late and has invigorated our journey!*
revolutionary dreams i used to dream militant dreams of taking over america to show these white folks how it should be done i used to dream radical dreams of blowing everyone away with my perceptive powers of correct analysis i even used to think i'd be the one to stop the riot and negotiate the peace then i awoke and dug that if i dreamed natural dreams of being a natural woman doing what a woman does when she's natural i would have a revolution