Collective Unrest

 

Resist

August 29, 2018

Every day we awaken to some new atrocity,
scandal, misuse and abuse of power at the hands of men.
Every day a new tragedy, trauma, act of white male terrorism.
Each sunrise piling fear atop compounding fear.
We awaken to the raw, seeping wounds of our traumas
spilled on sidewalks we must walk down with everyone watching.
Shattered and shaking,
a spotted fawn frozen in headlights,
as we are confronted with the kind of hate
that would rather see us suffer,
better yet,
see
us
dead.

How do you find beauty in a world like this?

When every single day it takes the churning of our internal organs
to draw the kind of fierceness out of our warrior hearts that it takes
to RESIST.

How is it possible that so much beauty still exists in a world like this?

This is how:
Start by remembering that everywhere,
in this very moment, there are thousands if not millions of people
doing good in the world.
Wearing hearts on sleeves.
Stepping feet into another’s shoes.
Giving what little they have.
All over this wide, small world
fathers teaching sons what it means to be vulnerable and to love.
Fathers teaching daughters not to settle for anything less than equality.
Mothers teaching their little girls to love themselves as they are,
and stand in their power.
Mothers teaching their little boys that the softness of women is essential
to the future of the human race.
Each time the news is blaring its fixated perspective
on the latest stupidity to come out of the White House,
there is a human being who has enough feeding another who doesn’t.
For every racist, homophobic, transphobic, anti-woman, sociopathic,
or elitist move Dorito presidente makes,
there are millions of moves made in the name of love.
A helping hand is reaching out with no strings attached.
Ancestral patterns of racism are being healed.
There are parents saying to their queer and trans kids,
I love you no matter what.
There are millions of people listening to another person speak their truth,
just so that person can feel heard.

There is more beauty than ugliness in this world,
that is a promise.
Everyday I have to remind myself of this.
What if the news reported the benevolence?
What if we lived in that reality,
that vibration,
that mind state?
If you looked around you and everywhere you saw the goodness of life.
It would change everything wouldn’t it?

Resistance begins in the mind,
with which record we let turn on repeat.
Put the needle on that record titled Love,
or that one from back in the day called Kindness.
Generosity and Gentleness are also some deep grooves.
Strip us of our skin and hair,
inside we are all the same.
Plump organs and sinew.
A pelvis, a ribcage,
a pink, bloody beating heart.
A spirit within a karmic cycle behind all our irises.

 

Beth Junge is a poet, artist and writer living in the Black Hills of western South Dakota with her beautiful wife and their two Pit Bull mix rescue pups. Her work is inspired by the natural world, social justice and themes of spirituality. She is currently obsessed with metal smithing and exploring the themes of how her Christian upbringing shaped early relationships and life choices for her. You can find her work on Instagram (@the.urbanhippie).

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