The word that for century has brought corruption.
Of the soul,
Of the heart,
Of a country and its people.
I grew up listening the dangers of power,
the greatness of submission.
I was the eye of the hurricane of words that spoke the importance of considering other.
I silenced my voice of needs and wants.
I bowed my head to the pleasure of others.
Of what was right, for others.
Not for me.
Their truths.
Not mine.
I choked,
My stomach growled,
I numbed the pulsations of my heart.
We embody the dictations of others.
We follow paths,
we mimic movements,
gestures.
Repeat words,
Vibrate and feel what has been taught to us.
But there came a day when the wheel stopped.
Hit too large of a rock to keep spinning.
Cracked.
The POWER of just being...
You.
The STRENGTH to own a desire.
Hear it.
Voice it.
Power is not about politics,
Power is not about abuse,
Power is about justice.
Be fair.
Honor your truth,
Not theirs.
