I dress to impress

the inner goddess
looming in my chest.

All I want to do in life is go on one big crayon drawing-poem writing-rainbow bus driving-guitar playing-love making with my soul mating-skinny dipping-just living quest.

I don't fancy your politico-economico talk.
You don't impress me. You give me no vital shock.
I already see the bullshit mess this New World Order has us in.
I can fight and fight and fight but if you don't open your eyes and see the truth then how the fuck do I expect to win?

I'm tired.
Tired of the racism-sexism-classism-bigotism-hypocritism-negativism.

This energy creeps into me.
Sucking me dry, allowing me to never be
completely free.

That is why I must escape.
I must escape to a life some in cubicles only dream about.

You see, once you strip away your need for material comfort.
Material support.
That life is no longer a dream.

Just give me a few dresses and sweaters, hand knit scarves and a good pair of jeans.
Just give me a camera, a guitar, a notebook and some pens.
Just allow me to have my books and one blanket.
Just let me live with my darling and let my family thrive in a forest by the sea.

I eat my love everyday, all day.
And that's all I need.

Dancing Sun

I have ancestors.
People of the Creek.
Indian.
I have native ancestors who were birthed from this land, this land known as the United States of America.
Land of the Free.
Free. Free? Freedom.
My ancestors were truly free. They took only what they needed. They praised Mother Earth. And she in turn protected and provided for them.
My ancestors were spiritual. They saw the unseen forces. They saw the inner workings of creation.
But now this land has hidden its secrets from all who live on it. Now this land cries.
My ancestors are no longer free.
A white race declared themselves supreme.
More superior than Mother Nature herself.
I resemble this white race.
My skin is that of snow.
I get the privileges of having a skin with no color.
Because my great great grandmother married a white man.
Married a white man to survive.
I have not experienced the hate of racism personally.
But I see it.
My ancestors live on through my eyes.
My eyes have seen. My ears have heard. My soul has felt.
And my ancestors will not let me stand still and watch this hate filled world go by.
Whiteness is the most evil weapon this world has endured.
That is still enduring.
Native “Americans” and all other beautiful people of color are tokenized, discriminatized, brutalized, and hypnotized to hate themselves by this power structure called whiteness.
My ancestors will not let me sleep.
Will not let me breathe if I do nothing.
That is why I must fight.
I must use this skin of no color to my advantage to tear down this invisible institution of racism.
My ancestors have opened my eyes.
My ancestors.
People of the Creek.

Champion McConnell,

I very much well want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Love,
Hailey

"people of color can't do that."

self fulfilling prophecy right there.

I will yell at the po.
I will say what ever i want.
Racist white motherfuckers.
thats what i said.
You can say whatever the fuck you want to the police.

But according to her people of color can't do that.

you are fearful.

Fear allows the police state to thrive.
If people of color don't stand up to the abuse dished out by cops, then who will?
White people are largely ignorant.
The majority of them won't do it.

Stop letting fear rule your life.
Weak.

They have brainwashed you to be fearful.
Fuck them and fuck you.
What are you scared of?
death?
You are going to die no matter what.

Take back the night.
those seem more like words than anything else.

How about some action?

Stop being silenced. You are doing it to yourself. so you are the only one who can stop it.

"Well not everyone has the courage to do that. It's not that easy."
Self
fulfilling
prophecy.

Stand up for yourself.
If everyone did that.
There would be a fucking revolution.

Human beings make me sick.
you make me sick

the biggest mistake is putting any trust in the police.
Police have no rights to do anything.

Police are violence.
Police are fear.

Get rid of the fear. Take back your identity.

Stop making excuses.
Learn to use your fucking voice.

Mermaid Tarot

cry cry cry cry cry cry cry!

skin moist with ocean spray.

Strength.
8th card.
Sum.

I will overcome all with my strength and optimism.
Why worry then?

I still do.

I want to be a spiritual teacher.

I opened myself up to forces unseen and let the pendulum dangle.
She knows about me and him.
She is aware of the love and soul connnection we have.
She doesn't even truly like him.
She is going to do something to me emotionally to hurt me.
She is going to show her truth.

I don't know what will happen.

I think I will know when she will do this confrontation.
I just want to stare into her eyes and laugh though when that time comes.
She isn't doing it with hostility.
It will be a friendly approach.
But I don't care.
No simple female like her will break our bond.
No male has done it. No female will do it.
We transcend gender.
We transcend.
We have a bond that knows the earliest of history.

Sorry. He loves me.
I love him.
Soul mates.
Enough said.

NOW goodbye.
Have a nice life.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.