Monthly Archives: May 2016

Fibro-optic Art

Yesterday I did what we call in the Chonic Pain community a “Could but Shouldn’t.” I got to see Pollock (and yeah, I cried. Again.) and exposed my kid to some art (she was bored the whole time). I also was able to spend time with my in-laws.
But I paid (and am still paying) for it. By the time I got home my entire body was THROBBING. 😭 
It isn’t just the walking – it’s the drive that kills me. Any sort of activity that is outside of my pathetic norm of Target, Jewel, and brief garden tending is like throwing my body into the middle of feeding time on the “Midnight Meat Train.” (You should see it).
I’ve learned my lesson. Those days have gone. Tallulah didn’t get why we had to “drive all this way when I can see this stuff on YouTube?”

Me neither kid. 

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Melanin

This brown skin

This brown skin is terrified

These cells cry out

My melanin remembers the motherland

Remembers the rocking of the undercurrent on that ship

The shackles around my ankles

The whip cracking my back

This brown skin tearing open and bleeding
I remember trading freedom for service

We got some acres

But no respect

We sat in diners but were not served

We drank from fountains but were not quenched
You ask

Why do we gather?

Why do we gather?

Why do we cry out?
This brown skin is terrified.

Our cells cry out.

Our melanin does not forget.