body, soul, spirit
she had an image for those who were near it
but along came an anomally
glad her heart was broken and sealed tight
love cracked it wide open and now she feels alive
body, soul, spirit
she had an image for those who were near it
but along came an anomally
glad her heart was broken and sealed tight
love cracked it wide open and now she feels alive
How can I get this off my chest
I’m obsessed
Had to runaway, leave you behind
Lest you hold my body as well as my mind
In lust with a pitch, intonation of voice
Who’s the man behind the curtain please let me know
Free me from your imprint in such a short time
Yes I’d swallow it if you love me blind
How can I get this off my chest
I’m obsessed
may you be all that I dream and all I need
may you be the one who challenges me
far enough to get close to me
into me i see
that which i’ve run from
resisting while sleeping
i fight for my life
eyes wide awake, hidden in plain sight
my anger and rage at what you did to me
and what you didnt…is what’s hidden
yet ultimately it was all up to me
i chose my hell in a bed so ridden
with truth and lies so convoluted
with pain and pride an archaic institution
how could something i so deeply believe
become so cloudy as if just a dream
was there a you? how was i me?
into me i see
you are now just a figment of my imagination
a remnant of my past, a stop at a station
i look at you now and see nothing
my body locks up even when we’re not touching
these are my last words to you
i’m closing this book
this chapter
the hereafter
because now
into me i see
so many nicks, cuts, bumps and bruises
not a moment to breathe without bumping into it.
that broken, sad child is me.
only wanting love and peace.
but instead they pick me a part.
stab me in the back to eat out my heart.
plucking each hair of imperfection
lest i walk freely in some imagined deception
your critical eye
where were your fingers when i needed a touch of grace?
where were your hands to wipe my tear streamed face?
your sharp tongue
where were your lips when i needed a kind word?
where was your kiss to soothe where it hurts?
provision is not an excuse for your derision.
protection should not be your reasons for oppression.
but how can the wounded heal,
without tending to themselves?
how can the wounded hear
over their own silent cries for help?

An outside of the box approach to teaching the Civil Rights movement as it focuses on organizations of Asian, Latinx, Indigenous and African descent after 1965. With roots in the early civil rights movement of the 1950s and 60s, Malcolm X and the Black Power movement, the Peoples Movement extended to the mid 1980s. Students will learn about the Brown Berets, Black Panthers and COINTELPROs effort to dismantle these organizations and others like it. Students will go beyond Martin and Rosa to discover that all power belongs to the people.
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