Release generational trauma. Release what does not serve you.
Thick like a cloudy day, impairing vision
Squinting. Who do I blame?
White cultural norms whispering “ignore that elephant in the room”
I see the elephant, I point.
Do you see? Scared, we don’t talk.
Truths Unspoken piling from generation to generation
passed in both subtle and glaring ways, growing heavier and heavier
Push and pull of vulnerability
Draw near then retreat
Clouded by Truths Unspoken
Laughter, care, joy
Conditions. If you….Then I…kind of love.
Conditions keeping me second guessing my intuition, rubbing eyes to see if I truly see that elephant
Trauma wrapped in care. And conditions.
With whom do I have truths untold?
Perpetuating this cloudy, foggy, swirl
Walls preventing being seen, hurt, acknowledged and free
Knock down walls.
Clear the cloud of Truths Unspoken.