Without!
For years, I have used others to understand what it means to be without. To be without something is to first have an understanding of what it is to have something in the first place. Some say love is something one can only truly understand once it has been taken from them. I believe this to be a lie but to be without something means you had to have it at one point in your life. I have been in the mood as of late to call things or be honest when events are happening in my life. For example, I let my dad know it is not cool for a man to hit a woman.
I see myself without many things but I know these are a product of social conditioning. I have an abundance of thing in this world and what makes them unique to me is that they dont have to be the same shape, size, mass or density as everyone else. I am learning to appreciate the small things. I have always been keen on the small things but i have never had an appreciation for them. I have always sat waiting for the big even to happen as a measure of things but its in the little almost immeasurable things that make me realize I am never without.
This is a poem by sonia Sanchez
high/yellow/black/girl
walken like the sun u be.
move on even higher.
those who
laugh at yo/color
have not moved
to the blackness we be about
cuz as Curtis Mayfield be sayen
we people be darker than blue
and quite a few
of us be yellow
all soul/shades of
blackness.
yeah. high/yellow/black/girl
walk yo/black/song
cuz some of us
be hearen yo/sweet/music.
