bleeding heart liberal (work in progress)
the hard season
will
split you through.
do not worry.
you will bleed water.
do not worry.
this is grief.
your face will fall out and down your skin
and
there will be scorching.
but do not worry.
keep speaking the years from their hiding places.
keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you
have died
keep the rage tender.
because the soft season will come.
it will come.
loud.
ready.
gulping.
both hands in your chest.
up all night.
up all of the nights.
to drink all damage into love.
– therapy
{nayyirah waheed, salt}
i've got work to do.
recent events (the election, the murder of black americans, standing rock, to name a few) have left me angry with and ashamed of my country, my race, my gender, the religion i was raised with.
angry with and ashamed of my self.
i'm unpacking the painful discovery that knowing and caring are not enough.
i want to be a true and effective ally.
i want to see and know the whole awful truth.
i want to come out of the soft denial of my own experience, privilege, responsibility, and responses to that whole awful truth.
i want to stand and speak and act against that whole awful truth.
grace will help, but it is not the whole story here.
i've got work to do.
