So a short while ago I started talking about how we separate (or divide, to stick to the title) ourselves into categories and judge each other based on those categories. I had wanted to talk about more serious stuff, but ended up using the whole post to rehash how some of the most recent men in my dating life have stopped seeing me as human, and how it was due to their racial make-up.
No, the irony of me talking about how we shouldn’t categorize people and then me doing that exact thing is not lost on me.
Continue reading Why do we divide ourselves? (part 2)
You said that I was strong
And yet that I play the victim.
Continue reading To be Understood (Original Poem)
In the tiny span of time
in which we have spent
to get to know one another,
while you have bared
various bits of yourself to the air
for me to look at and wonder,
you have but glimpsed me
through a keyhole
as I begin to remove the layers
that keep me safe from
the outside world,
safe from the
tirades of ignoble men.
Continue reading Through the Keyhole (original poem)
Yesterday we discussed social media. I explained why marketing in this day and age is really about marketing yourself, which is why the various types of social media are so very important.
Today, while the advice I’m about to give can be used in marketing, I really want to talk about building relationships in the classroom, because, contrary to popular opinion, teaching is not just “drill and kill…” Continue reading Build Better Relationships by being Yourself
I want to explain this one first, because it needs a little explanation. If you are new to this blog, you may not know that I am adopted. Though of Native American descent, my adoptive status leaves me with no official tribal affiliation. As such, since my grandmother worked with multiple tribal peoples in her time, she has amassed quite the collection from multiple tribes as part of my legacy.
Recently, I got into an argument with a friend who I assume thought I was being racist. it has seemingly ended our friendship. I could not get her to understand that I do not see a need to differentiate by race. Her response to me was that I basically had no right to even speak as I was not the race in question. But you see, very few recognize me as the race I am. I am truly tribeless, raceless, racially ambiguous, exotic. I lack definition and am therefor discriminated against by bigots of ALL races, even my own because I lack paperwork to prove my heritage.
My intent was to write a poem in honor of Earth Day, and instead, my muse sent me this. It must have still been on my mind. I hope it makes a difference to someone, perhaps someone like me, who thinks they are alone because they don’t quite fit in.
I am tribeless, and I embrace all tribes, all people, because of it.
Continue reading I am Tribeless (Original Poem)