Abundantly lyrical, a poem

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Every few posts, I’ll share some of my creative pursuits. While some may be standalones, this one resonated with what’s happening in Ukraine. I wrote this poem last summer and it’s meaning transcends time.

Be humble with the honey of humanity

How do you stay humble
in a world of entitles?
how do you stay sane
When the world's on fire?

Where do you go
For honey,
for what's sweet
Because in my heart of hearts
I’m no haughty
Not weak
Gimme that Langston Hughes
That syrupy sweet

Dreams deferred
Remember that beat?
Dreams tucked away
Undecided
Unevolved
Waiting
Waiting for energy

What's wrong with confidence?
Nothing I say
But if your confidence
breaks another
I don't want it
Nah
Find a better parlay

I wrote this after a road rage incident. Instead of flipping the bird or pursuing a chase, I slowed down the adrenaline and went home. I chose to channel my feelings a different way. I still remember the rage and underneath it, I remember the sadness - for in that moment, a measure of humanity was robbed.

Some people will never access a moment of stillness; too consumed with being faster, first, bigger, best…the list goes on. No doubt entire nations are built this way to bully and oppress - in real-time, yet again, we are seeing this unfold.

I’ve found a gentler way to move through life holding an abundance of space for humanity. I’ve found ease in that consciousness inspite of all that ails. I’m sending more than prayers to the humans in Ukraine and hope you will too.

More on Ukraine:

Ukraine conflict: Nigeria condemns treatment of Africans + Resources for those trying to leave (BBC News)

Support vulnerable Black people in Ukraine (Go Fund Me)

Ukraine: Concerns mount as black people report racism while fleeing war zone (Independent)

NEWS #AfricansInUkraine Reportedly Face Racism and Obstacles Trying to Flee War (The Root)

Latest Ukraine news: Guterres says dialogue must remain open (Al Jazeera)

Live Updates: Refugees Flee Ukraine as Russia Strikes Civilians (The New York Times)

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