Space to breath and see

Space to breath and see-



So politicians spend time, looking for Brown people forced to hide in caves.
So honed in on bombarding Arab homes that we choose to bomb shelters rather than
Build new ones or even meet together in a public space.
Whether on myspace, facebook, or reading War and Peace at the library,
I’m wondering, when will be present to our own reality?

I have been to a dark cave, and dwelled there as if it were my only refuge
Sat in consternation, trapped by the invisible, rising and falling, bars of a scale
We play so frequently we lose sight of our own frequencies.
I played the role of solitary, stoic, analytic, thinking endlessly about my predicament,
My inability to break free from society and the pain in me.
You see, we create cloistered spaces-Young boys are taught to soldier on, rather than seek a shoulder to lean on.  
Young black and brown boys learn justice not in liberation but in law enforcement.
Young women are expected to fit in a size and shape designed by the male imagination,
Young, I looked, but old and tired I felt.


Little did I know, inside of me, I was always free to be sensitive.  
Sensitive to waterdrops falling from icycles
Sensitive to the thrill of riding a tricycle
Sensitive to the wheel spun by greed, hatred, and delusion
Sensitive to right and wrong, and what is beyond
Sensitive to spring, fall, winter, summer
Sensitive to the needs of my mother, my sisters, and my brothers-
Courageously sensitive.  



I have been to a dark place, and I have been called out-
Over and over, leaping through boundaries of space-time
With arms open and eyes wide, just to see faces.  
We are ashamed of our appearance, ashamed of our own feelings
And until we recognize each other, and confront our war
Victims and villains will remain faceless.  
Friends preciously teach me to face this reality, to defy the seeming gravity of aggression to thoughts of self and other
To quit obsessin, stop professin, and be moved to confessin,
My will to make a home illuminated by your light,
My wish to overcome this fight wherein we remain hidden
My vision of a vast unsheltered night made visible as we grow vulnerable-
Where do you want to go, and how will we get there?




-Lov Won