Tranquil Trek

✌Victory Hand

Unplanned Activist

For Peace

Riding Away

Into Sunset

Broken Spirit

Worn Pieces

Life’s Lemons

Sour Expectations

Sunken Dreams

Humbly Quit

Radical Change

Necessary Means

Soul Searching

Seeking Hope

Cruising Effortlessly

For Peace

Rising Above

For Serenity

Headed West

For Relaxation

Moving Steadily

For Rest

Quiet Rehabilitation

Poverty Inspired

Challenges Aside

Women Empowered

Pride Conquered

People Died

For Peace

Chasing Sunlight

Silently Ascending

Slow Progress

Body Willing

Mind Struggling

For Peace

For Sanity

Fighting Demons

I’m Winning

The Battle

Self Motivated

Graceful Beginnings

Foot Soldier

Anti-war Agent

Mustering Strength

Maintaining Courage

For Peace

Reluctant Compromise

New Start

Fresh Outlook

Black Zealot

Much Stronger

Grateful Heart

No Longer

Looking Back

Driving Towards

Beautiful Sunrises

For Peace

*Video- Amtrak’s California Zephyr Line, from Chicago to Emeryville, California

Me Too Am Speaking

COCOA BUTTER MASK

I move with pride                    even though I hide                      the pain inside-                            I speak of shame                      not to defame                                or place blame-                        the embarrassment              was a detriment                          to my temperament-                    I didn’t choose to be a part of any movement or hash tag-      especially if the requirement meant that I’d be privy to sexual molestation-                It is with hesitation                that I proclaim            victimization-                    This is sad…                                  However, my aim                  is to lose the humiliation            that I hold inside-                        The resentment survivors carry, can vary                      from fear to anxiety-                  from depression to grief.            By standing up against abuse,  it’s a slight relief-                      Do I regret speaking up about the who touched me              that night? No-                              At the time (age 10),                    I lied and stated that                nothing was wrong                      but I cried-                            What made me think            that I could be strong enough    to say something,                      to tell my truth-                            When I did                                    I was not believed-                      It was not a reprieve                  It was a game-                              The only thing I achieved was  the name of  a liar.                      Him, he became the victim-      I tried to tell                                  that I was playing in Hell            with the devil                        with a grin-                                    He actually smiled at me            ever so gingerly                      like he was protected-                I felt neglected                          My family                                    did not help me                        My feelings were rejected-        I did not receive a hug,              a kiss or a pat                            on the forehead.                          I got yelled at instead-                Usually my mother                      coated our ills            with Cocoa Butter…                      it was better than pill-          This time, she seemed torn, confused, removed, worn.        I had nobody-                          My scars were infested              by sores                                      My skin bled with spores            of contempt.                                  I was used-                                    Even though                          years have gone by,                      therapy does not conceal            the harmful memories-                                                                        Prayer and meditation helps    to heal the clutter of emotions.  Forgiveness is key-                      I am writing my truth                to liberate me from hate.            Holding such rage in                  is not healthy-                              I pray that I can          shed some anger            towards this dead man.              I will forgive him one day-        My bruises are mine.                  Other people have died              trying to hide much pain.          I say ENOUGH!

My testament is to inspire,      to empower other people          to come forward.                        SPEAK UP!                          DON’T BE AFRAID!                      Seek assistance and put a stop  to this violent crime          before it repeats-                      It’s time to SUPPORT            each other-                                    LISTEN to one another              and mend scars                      that don’t fade-                          Let perpetrators know                their mistreatment won’t be tolerated and they will be punished!

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Reduce the fear                          of double victimization              by giving an objective ear        to someone in need.