Let your offspring prosper under the cherry orchards.
When pastel pink rose petals flutter softly onto their gentle faces
And the wind and water and sun teach them the ways of life and growing.
Let them grow.
Fill their budding ears with the words of our ancestors
So pride will continue to remain alive and well
And they may know where they come from so that they can know where they are going.
Let them learn.
Kiss them on both cheeks and hug them tightly
To shield the scorn and shame from being called the Enemy
And tell them things will get better soon.
Let them listen.
Don’t look down on the friendship your daughter makes
With the white girl that exchanges a smile
Or when your son finds a pal in the brown boy down the block.
Let them love.
Allow America to weld its way into your home
And create branches in your young cherry orchards
And know that the roots will always grow down
Into the ground you first placed your feet on.
Let them adapt.
Promise love and affection and praise and discipline.
Keep watering your trees and support them.
Watch their branches reach high until they are high in the sky.
Let them live.-Alex McKay
Many have an image of me,
Few get the picture-Unknown
heartbreak is my mother tongue & you are the land that calmly ran through my veins They told me it would always be with me The motherland lives within
they saysewn into veins threaded into time we must never forget this barren place what happened here you taught me so well we had lessons every day didn't we us, we
i and ua language so powerful i could feel it when your lips were closed the silence was louder than the cries that seeped from my throat I can understand But ask me to speak it and my throat will come up dry
a present for you, I said. mother says giving is better than receiving. isn’t that lovely, when I gave you everything I could and still I received nothing. pretending isn’t fun anymore when reality creeps into every crevice, opens every door and window. look at me, look at me. this was our fairytale, except you were the dragon and I saved myself -alex mckay
"If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal."-Paulo Coelho
It’s the absence of counting the months, knowing they will turn into years. It’s the film that falls from her eyes, the veil pulled aside. It’s trust and finally believing, wings that no longer want to fly away, even when they know they are free. Forever. It’s sugar that tastes like sugar, because there are […]More