A Poem for Free People

(The opinions expressed in this piece are for mature audiences and may not be suitable for children)

They told me I wasn’t pretty enough,

That my roaring opens were too rough .

In the chaos I resiliently built myself up to be tough.

They tried to collapse the expanding edges of my mind

Putting a white picket borders around me to define.

An entire life laid out and designed, a streamlined man kind… outlined,

Just begging to be declined, redefined and shifted by a mastermind.

Unconscious comparaison, idealizing photo shopped spécimens

The doctors and psychologist were brought in… prescribing surgeries and medicines .

Thank god for the Shamans, a human capable of showing you cosmic creations

Divine love expressed in geometric code offering liberation

through a process of filtration.

The true power of manifestation,

Visualization leading to self healing transformation.

If we stopped investing in the illusion

there would be so much less confusion.

If sex trafficking could itself be penetrated,

If the porn industry could be regulated,

If young boys could be catholic

and if girls could be Bikram yogis without being violated,

If she could wear that sexy red dress and be illuminated

Instead of mentally penetrated

If the illusion of our country borders could become safe doorways

So cultures could merge and dream and have homes to stay

If we treated each other as brothers and sisters instead of idealizing an individual way

If he could run outside african american and free , without becoming a tragic casualty

This country supposedly based on liberty.

Filled with spiritual corruption… a tragic disease of manipulation

All people really want is to be celebrated.

Their dreams, hopes and families to be illuminated.

Their children to be well educated,

Their cultures, history and stories to be incorporated

The burden of our history where entire groups are being terminated.

The elegant brilliance of minority cultures understated .

Masses of people became socially consolidated,

Sold a lifestyle that was outdated and fabricated,

Endlessly looking for a way to be actually liberated ,

Perhaps together we could align with the conclusion,

Adopting a divine combination of masculine and feminine infusion.

Together we could set fire to the delusion .

We could create a world of loving evolution .

Meeting all of our suffering with compassion as a standard conclusion.

It’s going to take unity to heal it all

This is a cry for a new protocol.