Days pass like rivers through my hands. The rapids disallow any strike at production and drown the fiery sparks of ideation. The Nile is currently flooding and peaking, and as she ebbs my thoughts become awash. Soon these cerebral plains will be fertile once more.
I prod at these ‘concrete’ tales of people, I stroll alongside their varying walls and my face only squints and nothing more. There’s no awe in these eyes, just a dead stare which is void of any respect. Why should we give in to dictations of what others deem to be normal, why should we conceptualize labels and things to humanity when it doesn’t belong in nature? What is a race, what are my qualifications good for, what is this thing between my legs and why do you care, why is my tone important and why should I follow what anyone has to say?
Ask, I tell everyone to ask, ask your priests, ask your parents, ask your teachers, brothers, sisters, friends, anyone, for humanity’s sake, ask! Culture and traditions are not concrete, they’re a glue that molds and runs with the changing pages of demographics. Marriage is a tradition, since when? Since the Catholic Church thought it to be profitable in the last thousand years? Or when dudes decided that women were merely chattel, or property? Why is marijuana illegal? Did it start with a Christian crusade as my priest once proclaimed, or was it a crusade against Mexicans and other minorities (then codified in the Congress)? Why are things the way they are? Why are words attached to things the way they are, why does it matter? Ask yourself, what does it mean?
I ask my cousins, who happen to be women and girls, why do you do things, especially in relation to men. Think! You are not inferior, you are conditioned mentally to be, but in reality you are strong, you are an individual as much as flesh and bone as he. Don’t go marching like sheep facing the ground, no one should, ask yourself. When in misery, when you’re lost, ask, and set yourself free. Through reason and self perfection, can you truly set yourself free!