Sunday, October 27, 2013

An Ode to My Body

An Ode to My Body

Forgive me for I have forsaken you,
Thrown you into the lion’s den of life—
Pushed you to the very core of your being
Until you began to break

Crippled,
Frail,
Bruised,
Sore, unable to fully move

Still I adore you. 


At the conception of my birth,
Premature, I was given you
And you were given the task of being my keeper
Of holding within you my soul

Tired,
Beaten,
Swollen,
Stiff, unable to fully move

Still I adore you.


For without you, I could not be
You have given me the facility to live my dreams
I adore you and all your glory,
No matter how worn out you are,
No matter how much your weight fluctuates,
No matter how much your muscles spasms interrupt my sleep

I appreciate you. I love you.


May you always remember that I adore you, even when I run us both to the ground

Monday, October 21, 2013

A Morning Haiku #1


A Morning Haiku #1

Love is elusive—
It is your greatness they adore

But your heart they ignore


     Often times we stunt our creativity when we decide to ignore our inner-muse. Take some time from your day to be creative, to write, sing, dance, act, design, draw, etc. 

    Let your muse guide you through the creation process. 

@markingthepath 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Magnitude of Persistence: Not Equating My Zip Code with My ‘Life Code’

                For many young boys of color who grow up in the inner cities, the hood, the ‘ghetto’, or the slums as some would say, it’s hard to see beyond the city limits.

                At least that is how we are socialized to view our surroundings. I am a Latino, I hail from a single-mother household, living below the poverty threshold, a product of the public school system, a statistic we often hear about those who look like me, and I belong to multiple marginalized groups, and still I persist.

                This isn’t a blog about how my success means that everyone has the same opportunity, I realize that while I put in a lot of work to get to where I am now, I also recognized I was lucky to have folks enter my life who made sure I realized that there was more to life than the street corner.

    Being born premature meant I was frail in the eyes of my mother, she kept me sheltered.  I couldn’t dream of being the next big rapper, despite being talkative, I was afraid to speak up so I kept my lines of poetry hidden inside a journal. I couldn’t dream of being the next big athlete because my crippled legs kept me on the sidelines, as the other kids got to play.
                
                I was encouraged to read by my teachers, my academic performance granted me entrance into specialized academies, and later my talents would get me into the city’s only performing arts high school. See my journey through the public school system was only made possible because I had educators who took pride in their work and invested in me.

    From the streets I saw what drugs could do to a dream, I saw how hanging out too long on the street corner made you a hot target for murder, I saw how the bright city lights blinded folks from seeing beyond the city landscape.
             
                I knew I didn’t want my zip code to determine my ‘life code’—I didn’t want where I came from to determine where I would go in life, or what dreams I would decide not to follow, or just how far fetched I would allow my mind to wander as it began to develop goals that seemed impossible in the eyes of many.
                
                 This past Saturday I did a workshop presentation at Harvard—yes, Harvard, a first generation college student got to do a workshop presentation at Harvard and tomorrow I will be giving a keynote address and performance at New York University. I decided my ‘life code’ would be that no matter how difficult or what obstacles would form before me, I would continue to walk on my path, that I would continue to live for my purpose, that I would aspire to inspire others to do the same and that I wouldn’t allow anyone to take away my ability to live my truth.    
                 
                 To persist in life means to keep going despite having every valid reason to give up. To persist in life means to believe in the impossible of dreams and not allow them to be deferred. To persist in life means to embrace every aspect of your identities, no matter what they might be. To persist in life means to see the world beyond the city you were raised in.
                
                 Progress only came because others before us persisted that change was needed, they fought for it, they kept pushing for it, and they were not willing to settle for second-class citizenship. From birth I had to fight to stay alive, growing up I had to know what streets to avoid late at night in order to avoid putting my life on the line. I had to fight through a broken education system and then I had to fight to get into college because brown boys like me who graduate high school with a 2.4 are not expected to make it…then again we aren’t even expected to make it out of high school.
                
                 I fought to live my truth, to create the kind of life I could be proud to claim as my own. Now in my fourth year in college, as my career truly begins to unfold before my eyes, as my dreams begin to take flight, I am more thankful for my zip code because where I come from shaped me into the person I became and where I came from inspired me to persist, that despite the odds, I wanted to see more of the world…and my sightseeing is just beginning.

                I hope you too find the courage to persist, to go beyond your zip code, to travel your path and to discover yourself and the world in a whole new way.


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