I fear the loss of truth earned while playing Monopoly at the kitchen table on Friday nights with my brother, sister, mother, father and cousins.
The truth earned while defending my face and body parts as jealous girls sought to hurt my spirit with lies and fists of low self worth.
Truth tattooed on my 36 C cups from the elementary boys that violated me with the ink of shame in the elementary cafeteria followed by the counselors color by numbers of disbelief.
I fear that my time has been monopolized to help me forget all that I know I knew.
I think that since my ancestors wanted education, the “powers that be” decided to put guidelines and degrees in place to reduce us from the path of truth and knowledge onto the roads of careers that distract from purpose.
I fear the loss of still time under dark suns and cloudy rainbows because my next appointment awaits me.
The discovery I missed because I did not trust it was mine to discover. I fear that loss….