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My Seat (Poem/book#1)


My Seat

Around my world in countless days,
Sit at the table and watch me pray
Before a dinner without a plate,
Without sustenance, without a say.

The fullness of life,
On an empty stomach,
Refills my chronic stress porridge.
To my ancestors:
Midnight hunger satiates.
I’m angered and lost, please motivate!

Slurred speech,
Fork-to-an-empty-plate screech,
Contemplating my learning,
Stomach grunting,
Not-to-go, boxed-out, boxed-in,
I think I’m going cray...
Crayon-written menu,
Draw your own conclusions – Frames.
The haves and the have-knots,
Society’s hunger pangs,
Why the games?

You are not welcome to this venue, dear.
There’s a price to pay if you want to be, here.
The d├ęcor – did we not make it real clear?

Yes, but you cannot move me.
I’m so much more than what you see.
I am aware of my truest identity.
I absolutely refuse to live in fear.
I am inspired to believe in why not, right now, right here.
I’ve worked for my seat at this table.
My name is Resilience
And my hope is ancestral.


Thoughts of the week: What does it mean to be resilient? Find three examples of when you demonstrated resilience. Did you or the circumstances have to be perfect then? If not, what does that mean to your ‘now’?

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"If I push you fall, if I inspire you fly, you are loved as you are, you don't need to try." Book #2