intimacy

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

wounded healer

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?

All Power to the People

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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