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Hi.

Thanks for stopping by.  This is my invitation into my life, work, and our collective creativity, love, and kindness.  I hope you enjoy your time here.  

TELL ME YOUR STORY

TELL ME YOUR STORY

Let's start to tell a better story of the beauty of diversity, justice, inclusion, and love.

tell me your story.

what was it like to be taken and chained,
auctioned like a possession,
tasting dirt and devastation,
hearing whispers of reservation,
while shouts are bidding annihilation?
what was it like to be beaten and bruised,
whips creating lines of injustice,
how could you ever learn to trust us,
the wrath leaves me speechless,
as we cry collectively, "God, help us."
what was it like when they dismissed your humanity,
yet claimed to believe in life's sanctity?

tell me your story.

what was it like to find out your source of life was a source of death?
how did you breathe another breath
when you had nothing left?
your baby lost, when the water ran black,
and that which should give life and wash clean took your most precious life away?
did thunder rumble and clouds gather as the earth protested the oppression of your poverty
and the depths of calamity,
and the wreckage of innocent fatality?
when did you realize that there would be nothing big enough to hold your grief?

tell me your story.

what was it like leaving home?
did the curtain tear again when they pulled your family apart?
struggling to find a place
but you want to hide your face
because you know that they judge, their opinions are clear
faces covered in fear
they want you to disappear
and you feel like you could in the sea of your tears
what happens when everything becomes subtraction?

tell me your story.

what was it like when they told you that death begets death?
how did you survive in a cell alone, knowing they would soon murder you too?
cold and dark, with no one on your side,
and you weren't even the one to decide
that your life has been denigrated to loneliness
and you're stuck, but you're restless
and everything is just a mess,
but it always has been, and it always will be,
and you've actually never been free
yet no one will listen to your story
could any of it end in glory,
with the depths of judgement and hate
and the systems we create?

 

tell me your story.

what was it like when your body shut down,
you went to move and it all stayed
you found healing, but they thought you strayed
the paradox of judgement when you found hope?
how does that feel in your bones,
when you know it is right but they all say it's wrong,
and you're forced into rebellion, probably oblivion,
as you dance restoration
create innovation,
find beauty and redemption,
making grace your finest invention
what was it like to leave the church and find God?

tell me your story.

i can tell you what it's like to carry the shame of perceived perfection.
to feel like you have no right to your grief,
to feel like a natural born thief,
yet generosity provides no relief
because your guilt is deep-seated
from a life of more than you needed
even though you're living with your eyes open
and you see a problem with the distribution of resources
and all these powerful hands and their forces
but when you give it's just never enough,
and nothing is ever enough.
no, it's never enough. 
you were never enough.
i can tell you what it's like to hold in your hands the paradox of
a tortured soul covered in gratitude.

Jerry Kiesewetter and Evan Kirby are the AMAZING photographers who so generously allow their work to be shared through Unsplash.
You can find more of Jerry's phenomenal work here and Evan's here

 

WHAT'S IT LIKE TO BE YOU?

WHAT'S IT LIKE TO BE YOU?

MOSAIC MESS

MOSAIC MESS

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