(Originally posted elsewhere on January 22, 2017)
That by talking about the problem,
But now is not the time to be silent.
Now is the time to defend
those who need it most.
Because my sisters may not look like me –
They may not love like me
or have faiths like me,
They may not talk like me
and they may not choose like me
But we come from the same earth,
our bodies our own by nature of our existence.
Silence is not always Golden.
They tell me my behavior is divisive –
that in my reaction to problems (what’s done is done)
That in proaction (we’ve seen this before)
Gaslighting and psychological warfare,
you tell us the pains of our reality
are unreal just because they aren’t real
Gaslit and self-doubt,
I will not go down this road – not again.
Now is not the time to be silent.
I put a target on my back –
about women’s rights
being for women who can’t find a man (comments on posts about feminism reveal in one swift motion the need for feminism)
about my body: ugly, fat, undesirable, incapable
about my intelligence: have none, mislead, uninformed
about my education: have none, mislead, uninformed, didn’t work to acheive it
about my success: have none, entitled, lazy, didn’t work to acheive it
about my problems: have none, other people have it worse, apparently unallowed to care about more than one thing at once
about my loyalty: have none, traitor, unpatriotic, disobedient, not understanding that revealing problems does not mean no longer loving something
about my maturity: have none, can’t be trusted to make sound choices, naive, mislead, you’ll grow out of your concern someday, you’ll understand when you’re my age
about my life experience: have none, don’t have enough, what I have isn’t good enough to condescend to
about my concern: misdirected, unnecessary, stupid, laughable, baby, bleeding heart, empathy is for pussies –
but I’ve heard it all before.
Nothing you can try to insult me with that hasn’t already been said.
In worst case scenarios
I put a target on my back for
But I have love in my heart,
and I am not afraid.
I have love in my heart –
flowing openly and freely,
the way it was meant to,
for the planet,
Saying what is right,
doing what is right
in love for the rights of others,
even when saying and doing so
appears to necessitate me risking everything
and gaining nothing for myself,
despite it being difficult and scary
are not optional.
They are the rent I pay
to live in this world
and when I die
that debt will be paid in full,
a debt I am glad to pay.
Because even when someone’s chains are very different from my own
we are still in chains together.
What harms them, harms me.
An attack on them is an attack on me.
If we don’t fight for other’s rights, there will be no one left to fight for ours.
I feel the pain of discrimination deep in my soul,
and even though we may receive it in different ways,
your suffering is my own.
My loyalty is not to my country –
my country is disloyal to me when it
bombs, tortures, rapes, kills my innocent civilian neighbors
or does nothing to stop it when someone else does
unless there is selfish gain to be had.
My loyalty is to the people of this planet,
and every person is my neighbor,
for I am a citizen not of a nation, but of the world.
Unjust suffering, wherever it may be, is an injustice, an offense to us all.
My body was created
for the purpose of loving.
It is a sacred vessel
for my sacred heart.
My existence is defined
by the love I put out
back into the world
despite all the harm that has been done to me
in my short life.
They may have stolen
my ability to sleep soundly at night
But they could not destroy my heart,
a piece of me uncorruptible.
Love is truth
Love is vulnerability
Love is sensitivity
It is empathy and protection
Love is unselfish
Love is doing the right thing
Love is doing the wrong thing and feeling sorry
Love is feeling sorry and changing
Love is realization and it is growth
It is is connection and unity and
love is speaking out
Love is healing
Love is sacrificing for yourself to give to another
Love is setting boundaries
Love is being firm
Love is letting someone go who cannot respect you
It is telling someone they hurt you
Love is someone telling you that you hurt them, and accepting it is undeniable
Love is admitting when you were wrong
Love is self-reflection
It is admitting to our prejudice
Love is courage
Love is respect for existence
Love is resisting disrespect
Love is changing the things you cannot accept
It is putting the needs of the many above the comfort of a few
Love is feeding those who have no food
Love is intuition
Love is planting seeds
Love cannot be expressed when there is fear overriding it
Love is not fear
I am not alone and our love is not our weakness.
It is our biggest strength,
our greatest asset,
our driving force,
our weapon of mass creation,
our only certainty,
our life’s purpose.
And we are a threat to every system of
and oppression because of it.
Now is not the time to be silent.
Now is the time to speak the truth in the age of misinformation and fear.
Now is the time to sing in the streets the music of hope.
Now is the time to join forces and make allies, new friends.
Now is the time to find our commonalities in the face of those who desire our division, the division of the idealists and the dreamers, the activists and lovers. As long as we are the ones divided, we cannot rise up.
Now is the time to rise up.
Now is the time to celebrate each other and our successes, while comforting each other in our temporary set-backs.
Now is the time to dance into a revolution, and oh, how we want you to join us in dancing.
Now is the time to know ourselves and never apologize for it, never be deceived into believing we are anything but extraordinary.
Now is the time to be fiercely gentle, and caring, and loving.
When they go low, we go high.
Now is the time to learn how to expend and convert energy. Pick your battles. Be resourceful. When someone hurts me, I will not give them my fear, but instead will take the pain they gave to me and convert it into love for someone else. You cannot create fear or love in another, but you can give all the necessary conditions for it to arise. You give me energy in the form of your poison, and I will take it and use it to do good in this world.
It is not the people whose hearts are full of cruelty who leave this world a better place than they found it. They do not pay the rent they owe for existing.
Now is not the time to be silent.
Now is the time to sing and preach and relentlessly speak the truth of love.
Now is the time to dance.
– Matthew 25:41-45.
“I have loved in life and I have been loved.
I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
My heart has been rent and joined again;
My heart has been broken and again made whole;
My heart has been wounded and healed again;
A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire, and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
I wept in love and made all weep with me;
I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men;
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear;
With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love, “Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.”
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear, “My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.”
― Hazrat Inayat Khan, The Dance of the Soul