For The Soul Claimed By Misjustice

 

(Note:  I wrote this on April 1, 2012 after weeks of attempting to process the death/murder of  Trayvon Martin.  Watching my son walk off to the bus stop one morning for school,  the idea of losing him on the basis of how he looked or the perception that he was a “threat” due to a hoodie,  his race, or a stereotype was enough to allow me to create the thought.  A little over a year later, it still means enough and I know that it isn’t just emotion but the reality of many).

 

Please….refrain
Before you pull the trigger of judgment
Slow down and see
beyond the hoodie
and past your clouded ideals
My weapons are harmless to you
This bow does not aim arrows
It merely streams melodies of comfort
relates my angst through strings
caressed by deft fingers and controlled flicks of the wrist

Wait! Before you pull the trigger of misdirected justice
See the hopes of my parents through my eyes
They have engineered direction and expectations of success
Know that I am just like you
but that I have to work harder to be exactly where you are
I am loved by many
removing me would destroy the hopes of many more

Please…
Before you craft your necessary lie
Cease my breathing and steal dreams
know that I AM
I am created in His image
as are you
many will argue our interaction
while forgetting that one truth
You cut me down without remembering that I am God’s
standing here with just a bow and my instrument of truth
Please…..

 

Dagan Cello
(in memory of Trayvon Martin and with thoughts of protecting my own beloved son–seen here in his favorite hoodie with his only weapon, his cello.)

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

This is a post from my other blog. I don’t often write poetry or creative pieces to music because I don’t want the influence to override the natural. When I do write with a track in the background, I’ll include the music link at the bottom.

Diary of a Mad Saleswoman

Remember Calista Flockhart in all her skeletal glory dancing through the halls of the law firm that made you want to get a law degree?  Ally McBeal wasn’t the first time that I realized I live my life according to a theme song but years later in my professional life it remains a front of mind inspiration.

I love theme songs.  Sound kitschy?  Too bad.  I’m an avid music lover so it only makes sense that I make it a part of my career.  I always have a song for my day.  There are times when I realize that I’ve been listening to the same song all day having subconsciously chosen the mood and the magic for the day.   I was walking through the mall once and I swear Robin Thicke was behind me singing, When I Get You Alone…”because you walk pretty because you talk pretty…”, trust me…

View original post 215 more words

Dear John Mayer (mainstream media and all those who want to detract from the beauty of brown)

Dear John (…),

I have read and ignored many of your statements over the years, realizing that they are usually fueled by drunken ignorance and the need to be accepted after years of abuse by your peers (I mean seriously I can’t imagine that you were that popular in middle school considering the awkwardness of who you are now). I read the snippets that the media blasted to the masses regarding your most recent interview and I ignored it once again, thinking “who cares it’s another kiss and tell by John Mayer”. After reading more, I thought, if Jessica Simpson were my daughter, I’d pay you an old-fashioned house visit and set you straight. The irony in the guy who penned the perennial father/daughter wedding song being a notorious womanizer and cad is enough to make me laugh.

Anyway, while I found your comments about your past partners to be deplorable they chose to be in a relationship with you, it is the people who you targeted without any cause that bore the harshest of your statements…you decided to denigrate an entire wealth of women and their male counterparts on the basis of race alone. A few top 40 hits and all of a sudden you are “he who decrees them desirable”, really???

Just to clarify, I am almost embarrassed by my struggle to identify what is more offensive, your usage of the infamous racial slur or your stereotype of black women as undesirable. So, I’ll tackle them both with the most obvious being first.

There is never room for anyone to classify a person on the basis of race alone. I sense that you knew this was unacceptable the moment you uttered it but somehow felt that the loveable goof off with cross over appeal, could say the word since it was an attempt at being witty. Well, it didn’t work, so bottom line, stick to singing. A collabo with Kanye will never allow you to pull the “N” card out of your back pocket and play that hand unless you want a full house of people whipping your ass. I don’t even need to say anymore about that.

Now on to the major issue. I’m not offended that you don’t find my body to be a wonderland or that your genitalia “is like a white supremacist” when it comes to dating black women, honestly, you don’t have enough swagger to impress those of us who need not tan. What really makes you think we would find you attractive enough to engage? You don’t get to judge us and our level of attractiveness. We may not be in your spectrum of “dateability” but I would wager that for the most part you were never in ours either.

I don’t speak for black women everywhere but I would assume that most have never closed their eyes and fantasized about a well placed kiss from John Mayer, I mean you’re no Denzel, Shemar, or Maxwell. Why would we replace the fabulous men that come in black and brown with you. You don’t see the beauty in who we are and so you perpetuate the media stereotype that we are undesirable and that it is hard to find an attractiveness in any woman who isn’t white…think again my friend.

I know that Cosmo, Glamour, and Vogue have limitations on displaying the breadth of beauty that comes with the “brown” races, but the beautiful, intelligent, black women is not the myth that you and the media purport it to be. It’s not a Hollywood anomaly. We are on college campuses, in professional work places, middle and high schools everywhere. We are the inspiration behind silicon injected lips, jeans with booty pads built-in, and hair weaves in blonde and brunette. We are the envy of those burning in the molten heat on beaches across america, the reason that your icons lay on tanning beds and waste valuable hours of productivity while risking countless wrinkles. We are so fly that unfortunately even the negative stereotypes about us as women have caught on and become a desired trait (ugh, if I hear one more ignorant “blackcent”).

Finally, John, it will take more than a “tearful” apology and a display of all of your black friends, band members, and back up singers to make me think that you didn’t mean what you said. Don’t apologize for your preferences, you have the right to date who you want to (or not) but you don’t have the right to paint us as unwanted creatures, especially since we have avoided pointing out all of your faults (you make them so painfully obvious).

© 2010 Breezy