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I am the daughter of conscientious objectors
Before I learned to walk, I learned that war is not the answer.
I am the granddaughter of protestant ministers,
Who genuinely believed that we should love and help each other.
I am the stepdaughter of a man who was profiled,
Simply because his complexion was darker, and he drove his car at night in a white neighborhood.
I am the classmate that was taunted and bullied,
Because that’s what they do to kids with ‘black daddies.’
I am the friend and ally,
For their needs,
I’ve been challenged to many a fight.
I have been a victim, always forced to cover up the evidence,
And if I dared snitch, I would surely get comeuppance.
Beaten, stalked, harassed, molested and raped,
Don’t you dare talk about those who defended the perpetrators!
For all that matters, I do have a softer side.
I am a protective mother, and I am a loyal wife.
Third generation interracial family
With Indigenous ancestry,
Caregiver to felines, tortoises and all who seek sanctuary.
But is that all?
I am an adult who still prefers to play,
An artist, musician, and teacher by day.
I photograph, I write, I compose, I whine.
I have lost much, but gained in love.
I am injured, but I will recover,
I want my work to help nurture and heal others.
A beginner gardener,
An aspiring cook,
A witch in the kitchen,
No meat in this house though,
My family is vegetarian.
I am full of emotion,
Yet I’m publically reserved.
I am trying to break the ice,
Hear me roar!
Because I’m shy,
Please don’t make me roar twice.
My past and future fly through to create words,
Pictures and sound.
Onto the page
Beneath my fingers,
Out from my mouth.
Allow me to plant the seed
For possible inspiration
Or compose an aria,
Share a recipe,
To give whatever you need.
Perhaps that is my purpose,
We shall see.
Regardless, I shall always be
Favoritebean.
Before I learned to walk, I learned that war is not the answer.
I am the granddaughter of protestant ministers,
Who genuinely believed that we should love and help each other.
I am the stepdaughter of a man who was profiled,
Simply because his complexion was darker, and he drove his car at night in a white neighborhood.
I am the classmate that was taunted and bullied,
Because that’s what they do to kids with ‘black daddies.’
I am the friend and ally,
For their needs,
I’ve been challenged to many a fight.
I have been a victim, always forced to cover up the evidence,
And if I dared snitch, I would surely get comeuppance.
Beaten, stalked, harassed, molested and raped,
Don’t you dare talk about those who defended the perpetrators!
For all that matters, I do have a softer side.
I am a protective mother, and I am a loyal wife.
Third generation interracial family
With Indigenous ancestry,
Caregiver to felines, tortoises and all who seek sanctuary.
But is that all?
I am an adult who still prefers to play,
An artist, musician, and teacher by day.
I photograph, I write, I compose, I whine.
I have lost much, but gained in love.
I am injured, but I will recover,
I want my work to help nurture and heal others.
A beginner gardener,
An aspiring cook,
A witch in the kitchen,
No meat in this house though,
My family is vegetarian.
I am full of emotion,
Yet I’m publically reserved.
I am trying to break the ice,
Hear me roar!
Because I’m shy,
Please don’t make me roar twice.
My past and future fly through to create words,
Pictures and sound.
Onto the page
Beneath my fingers,
Out from my mouth.
Allow me to plant the seed
For possible inspiration
Or compose an aria,
Share a recipe,
To give whatever you need.
Perhaps that is my purpose,
We shall see.
Regardless, I shall always be
Favoritebean.