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Here is my story...(Twenty-Five to Life: A Career Sentence, by Theara Washington)
YOUR SPACE... Workers sharing POETRY and ART.
Surviving in this world where Humanity is failing in its ability.
To evolve into the ultimate benevolent inclusive world community.
Seemingly stuck in an unforgiving algorithm, corrupt digital code.
Humans carelessly delete natural life essentials. End Game follows Safe mode.
Why do we comport as strangers so unwelcoming, an ‘us versus them' mentality.
Humans, are we not citizens of the world? Wherever on earth we are, we are home.
We are meant to be a diversity, a world community.
Connecting, sharing, loving, human beings born absolutely free.
Realizing, very young, that I am different. Unfamiliar with the girlie girl princess dreaming,
Unlike the pubescent boy hormones raging.
Darker in complexion than most folks I see.
Carrying an added burden of proof. Proof of my belonging, of my worth, of my veracity.
Allowing myself to be programmed at work. My worth is not reflected in my compensation.
My duties being phased out, responsibilities lessened.
Being replaced by technology and automation.
My new programming makes me a non-essential implementation.
Trying to recover from the traumas of this convoluted time,
loving myself through destructive disturbances to my mind.
Stress causing unbearable noise; I hear ‘stay in your place,’
‘You are and never will be 'the right fit,’ social schisms affecting my space.
Attempting to reboot myself; I try to eat away,
I try to drink away, I even try to smoke it away.
I am losing my way, nothing works, and no one cares.
Surviving an afflicted humanity; Disease ramified, lies, ignorance, fear, hatred are symptoms.
Repercussions of the corrupt, xenophobes, segregationist, spewing viruses of genocide, ethnic cleansing, sexism, ad infinitum.
Surviving an afflicted earth. Mother Nature, mother earth, our guardian, she is surviving the warmongers and their bombs, the greedy polluting our water, earth, and air with Chemicals.
Wailing, crying out, can you hear her? Mother Earth, she shrieks, ‘HUMANS change your ways or consequences will follow, all will suffer!’
Be you rich or be you poor warning of a world rebirth we cannot ignore.
Extraordinary climate changes, Tsunamis, Earthquakes, Tornadoes, Wildfires, Hurricanes, humanity pays.
Global happenings, natural and unnatural appear more frequently.
Examine the ‘profit over people’ ideology. Be leery, oh humanity be wary.
Correcting the central malady of humankind’s failing ability. Corruption and greed are insidious, both hindering our benevolent development.
Hidden in socioeconomic, political, and financial standards, these misguided twisted devices must eventually yield to principles transcendent.
Respect and acceptance of self, respect and acceptance of one another, and of our planet is a start.
Avoiding historical insanity, the human condition requires perpetual reestablishing.
Reminders of transcendent principles and values. Ultimately discovering a more perfect way.
If not ALL about you or me, then for future generations. Albeit selfish, the intent is selfless… I imagine a life worth living.
Life on Mother Earth having quintessential substance. I see me living in a world worthy of saving.
Struggling to keep HOPE from slipping through my fingers as I drink, tasting the sweet waters of human decency NOT tainted by corruption.
I, thirst. Desiring fulfillment, to live, love have my purpose satiating. I see a shared world community.
HOPEFULNESS may wane. I remember to hold on, hold onto the POWER of LOVE and All of its attributes.
The divine programmer, LOVE more powerful than the fat and evil benefactor.
WE, you, and I have a responsibility as decent human beings, to have and to fulfill our purpose.
If not to make right every wrong, then to do our best, to make our life and the lives around us better.
My hope for future generations, to know that we made a sincere effort. Calling on ALL humanity to BE better, DO better.
Carelessly continuing down a path of destruction, knowingly choosing not to answer the call, a human glitch. End Game follows safe mode.
By Theara Washington
Taken With Them By Theara Washington
Great, Grand, and Mother Novella, Juanita, and Eula,
Comprises the ancestral matriarchal committee.
Cherished memories, grateful gatherings, Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner.
Honor and acknowledgement of your distinctive uncanny demeanor.
Quiet strength, resounding resilience, accolades qualified.
Such powers of example, family witnesses immolated women often denied,
Made to carry the weight, effecting the future, determined in stride.
Next generation influenced, possessing hopeful ways.
Resounding through the family branches, they will stay.
keeping us together, despite the distance of days.
Their essence solidifying our family, to watch and to pray.
Secrets kept, unplanted seeds of a malady, perhaps causing pain.
Speaking ancient truths, who would be set free? Not a thing to gain.
In the darkness mystery stays, protecting the unsuspecting hearts.
The keepers of secrets, keepers of dread, our ancestral Matriarchs.
They choose safety in silence, in deaf ignorance there is no blame.
Still, we gather as a family, with shielded souls, void of any shame.
Cherished memories, the bliss of unawareness albeit,
A heavy burden to bear, secrets, to the grave you have taken it.
Great, Grand and Mother, Novella, Juanita, and Eula, we honor.
Novella, devoted mother, beautiful and creative.
Juanita, Loyal grandmother, head strong and true.
Eula, Steadfast great grandmother, wise, and caring.
Great, Grand, and Mother we honor YOU!
Stress Release, By Theara Washington (c) 2023
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