Category: Life:101
“I Shall Not Should On Myself”
“I shall not should on myself”
Should is a funny little word
It sometimes annoys
Much like a thorn in your side
Much like an enemy’s sword
Should is that voice
Of the sum of all your school masters
You can’t
You shan’t
You Should
Blah-blah-blah
Was all we heard
Blah-blah-blah
When they treated us all as cattle in a herd
Should is a box
A box full of should
Oh my,should will never cause you to soar
Should will never cause you to fly
You’ll never do what your heart wants
You’ll never see what your future holds in store
Your parents said you should
Your ancestors said it to your parents
Should was that first pointed finger you saw
Pointed right in your face
When you played in the sand box
And balanced on the teeter-totter
Then off to school you went
to errrr, hmmmm, ahem
supposedly to get edjamacated
And your teachers saw your test scores
And they sad,” Be a doctor, lawyer,and an Indian chief.”
Low test scores only meant one thing:
You’d be sent to the fields,factories or houses of slaughter.
Should is that pesky voice inside our heads
We heard it in our college years
There went the dreaming we did as a child
Our dreams soon were replaced by lies,doubt and fears
In college,should soon became our master
If you’re lucky enough to have by-passed college
You still hear,”You shoulda gone to college to make money faster.”
Try not to become that voice
Should looks for that vehicle
It wants to use you
To bind others up
Free yourself from should
How? You maybe asking
Tell it to hush
By living your dreams
Following your heart
No matter how loud should screams
Don’t pay it no mind
Should shuts the hell up
When you follow your heart
Should shuts the hell up
When you’re 100% YOU
Should hates it when
You embrace your own destiny
And forge your own path
Now, repeat after me,” I SHALL NOT SHOULD ON MYSELF!”
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
MY VOICE
Who cares about applause. Why care about what people think of my thoughts. I don’t write them to pass their approval. I didn’t write this to get their thumbs up. I didn’t write this to get people to nod their heads in agreement. Whatever you think,whether you like it or not,I’ll always keep laying out my thoughts and putting them in full view for the whole world to see. For heaven to know I worked hard at relaying their message. And when hell hears my words,the darkness is pushed way back and their tormenting shrills hushed.
Shut up?! Not now! Not ever. As a child they shut me up but for a very short season. For my mind,though it was young,knew what it wanted to say. It wasn’t the time yet.When I was a child I spoke as a child. Now the time has come to boldly declare what would have been deemed inappropriate because after all,I was a young Latina. That was the strike held against me.
Alas, that was then, this is now. The old is done and the new is in. So yeah, this voice will not be drowned. It will continue long after I’m gone because my children and their children’s children will hear it and know this warrior fought and prayed for them;even before they came into existence. Before they were even an inkling of a thought in anyone’s mind.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
FOX and HOUND
Dear readers I normally don’t publish posts with profanity in them. Please excuse me as I don’t aim to offend anyone of you with this post. At times decent,clean words will fail us and the more appropriate word needed to express the intensity of the emotion will be a swear word. Whether you agree or not makes no difference. Thanks for your understanding
-Eva
FOX and HOUND
They met as children
When their universe was new
She held the stars
In her deep-set eyes
She knew nothing of meanness and lies
The fox and hound
These two grew and grew
A friendship formed
From 2 seeds planted in the ground
The years went on
Characters were set in place
While she played with dolls and lace
He’d take a thousand beatings in his face
They pledged a friendship’s love
He said he’d forever have her back
They pledged a friendship’s love
Promised he would never slack
And she trusted the fox
With her very life she did
Threw caution to the seven winds
Only to end up in a box
The one who pledged to have her back
Was nowhere to be found
That night the predator came
He did not stop him
He did worse than doing nothing
He took his turn in his best friend‘s rape.
And my heart weeps with hers
And my heart aches with hers
For how can a mother have stopped this?
The rape of her own child
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are all stacked up against her
The laws of this land are perverse
Everything is ass backward
Progress travels in reverse
For you see the laws say,” She asked for it.”
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are designed to undermine her
You didn’t just rape my child
You stole from all of us
You violated our way of life
Run like hell before God takes yours
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Eva Santiago 