Snow Snow on branches Buildings in the background Then suddenly I was thinking of a child i knew The summer heat was causing sensory overload Summers here do that No relief could be found Until i pulled that photo out And we imagined being surrounded by snow We sat in
You know the feeling of wearing shoes and the rubbing on your heels and you can tolerate it to a degree til you take them off and try and put them back on again and its intolerable? This is like healing You grow from past situations or cycles And find
Its not that i am not scared Its not that i am not terrified Its not that im not future avoidant Its simply that i got tired Of being scared Of Being terrified Of Not even attempting future plan making And that being my whole existence How to stop any
What character do you play In shames theatre of disarray? What part of the manuscript Do you perform the benefit? How many monotonous takes and mistakes and remakes Until that mask finally breaks? And when that masks breaks Which direction will you run? Will you take the road less travelled
Repackage Reshape Reinvent Review Rejuvenate Reimagine You can reframe colonial reform any old way you want But whats needed is depackage yourselves Deshape your thinking Deinvent your ways Deview your superiority Dejuvenate society Deimagine what you know Embrace Indigenous futurism Alt text for image: razethecage 3h So many are fighting
People dont see their system embodiment just how systems victimise them personally ask yourself am i here for true collective liberation? or am i here for myself?
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