Crushed

"You can’t win in a collapsed posture of defeat.” —me

Even though I stay in the ring like Rocky (with my gloves on) when it comes to my share of undeniable social injustices, there are “human” moments where I feel “crushed” under the intense scrutiny of personal prejudices, biases, and inequalities.

My back has been against the wall for years.

Actually, I’ve been in the biggest “fight of my life…

Fighting for a fair chance.

Fighting for an equal opportunity.

Fighting for justice in an unjust world.

At times, I courageously launched out into the deep against the currents of insecurities.
Panicked.
Then, swam back to the shore of familiar grief!

“Grief” was my codependent, ride or die that rode shot gun when everyone else faded into the background of indifference.

So in a world of pretend, I’d shake off the humiliation of calamities, wipe the grit of sorrow & put my “game” face back on.

I wasn’t a punk either.

Sink or swim, I would definitely show up!

But my womb felt like it was “hemorrhaging from the pressures” of deferment, denials, and delays.

On today, my little cousin reminded me-- why it’s important to shake the dust off & keep it pushing pass:

what they said, 

what they did,

and what they believe.

I snatched the crumbs left behind from Mady’s recent life discovery trail.

She took a few steps forward.

She fell. 

She laughed & tried again.

She repeats the cycle till she’s conquered the mission like a "BOSS BABY!"

“Quitting” ain’t in her future, cause she’s determined to soar against the odds of failure.

I LOVE watching her grow, cause it stirs up a “wind of opportunity” for me to absorb a daily dose of freedom on a deeper level.

So thankful for the grace extended by God, when I feel “slighted” in a corrupt system of inhumanity that causes my feet to drift under the crushing of limitations.

When the world says, “No!”

Mady says, “Show up, anyway!”