Navigating Through Still Waters

As citizens of the U.S., we are made to feel that our non-action in the face of violent death abroad is somehow protecting us. We are made to believe that valuation of life outside of whiteness abroad is not valuable. We think that we are helping through our retweets and our hashtags, but our tax money is predominately used to wage war rather than to help those fallen and terrorized people abroad in addition to our country’s inability to actively and consistently support our own poor, differently abled, homeless, and others in need. This is not okay.

If I compiled a list of all of the death, tumult, and terror that either has recently happened or is continuing to happen around the world, you would be reading this post for quite a long time, yet we as a nation are pretty much only aware of about 2. The response from one is complete emotionality and empathy, and the response to the other seems to be a completely ignorant negation of life in the face of death (I’ll let you do the sorting here since this post is about an undergirding issue). This is not okay.

We are forced to align ourselves with a system that was created to perpetuate white supremacy and violent misogyny. Our country is founded by a not-so-veiled xenophobia that is guised as ‘the American dream’. We are not truly free. We are bound to this system that subjugates and regulates already marginalized bodies. This is not okay.

Navigating through these still waters as U.S. citizens is constantly terrifying and unbearably deafening. Seeing all of the lifeless bodies we are forced to wade through is slowly killing our empathy and compassion. But don’t worry, we can always find respite through our news media, there to wrap us up in cozy blankets of inertia and place us on a lifeboat of fear and ignorance. That is not okay.

Do I have a protocol sitting in my playbook for us as concerned U.S. citizens? NO! But I do have tax money that is taken out of my paychecks, and I wish that it could be used in more part for aid and less to perpetuate death and violence. I don’t have the means to do much more than live paycheck to paycheck, so I have to rely on my country to stand up in the face of all of this and act like we have some common decency, but the little that we do have is all wrapped up in the system of violent disparity. That is not okay.

As this continues to play out, I encourage you to remain cognizant of the systems of oppression at play in the background. Let our officials know that we know our system is corrupted by its very foundation of white supremacy and non-white silence and death. At this point our voices are where most of our power is fostered!

And so I leave you with this. I ask you to play the video while you follow along by reading the poem below

Warning: There is some graphic imagery in the following. Be prepared:

Who Will Survive in America 

Us living as we do upside-down

And the new word to have us revolution

People don’t even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel

Because God’s whole card has been thoroughly piqued

And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey

The youngsters who were programmed

To continue fucking up woke up one night

Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys

America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes

The signs of truth were tattooed across our often entered vagina

We learned to our amazement, the untold tale of scandal

Two long centuries buried in the musty vault

Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume

America was a bastard

The illegitimate daughter of the mother country

Whose legs were then spread around the world

And a rapist known as freedom, free-DOOM

Democracy, liberty, and justice were revolutionary code names

That preceded, the bubblin’ bubblin’ bubblin’ bubblin’ bubblin

In the mother country’s crotch

What does Webster say about soul?

“All I want is a good home and a wife

And a children, and some food to feed them every night”

After all is said and done, build a new route to China if they’ll have you





by Gil Scott-Heron (an excerpt from his poem, Comment #1)

From Kanye West’s Album, “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy”

So, as we go into this season of giving and thanks, I compel you to speak your truth to power, and let them know our social structural system founded on violent disparity is killing us and others. Please know that you are not alone in your loving rage and frustration. Let us continue to raise our collective voices and scream for those slain and those who are perpetually silenced to give them the space to speak! Let us listen to those who we are to learn from, and never speak over subjugated voices! I am thankful for my community, I’m thankful to have a voice, I am thankful for you.

Until Next Time Comrades,



Beautiful inspiration from Audre via internet.




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