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Sing a Song of Human Face --- A Poem for Social Healing

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Sing a Song of Human Face --- A Poem for Social Healing

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In the mirror face my face,

I do love my colored race.

With them face to face,

I do no harm but embrace.

Towards the future we face,

I trust your trust for the PEACE.

By Krystal

2021. March 14

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"You're dark. I'm surprised you're still beautiful."

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"You're a woman. You're in too many leadership positions. How will you raise a family?"

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You are too young to have a family. You are too old to be in school. You are not the right age to be interested in this or that hobby. You are too old to want to have another child. You are too old to change careers. You are too old to like that music. You are too old to travel with such abandon. You are too young to be interested in living in that neighborhood, in that area. You are too young to be in a leadership position. Age discrimination is a thing.

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"Why don't you wear traditional clothes from your home country. Are you ashamed of where you are from?"

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"You're not born here. How is your English so good?"

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"You're 28, why aren't you married yet?"

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Here I am reaching for gold.
I've always done this.
But, as I reach my soles feel heavy.
I gasp for perceived freedom,
but choke on ingrained tradition.
Where does my heart lie?
Can I have both?
Fear sets in and I no longer trust.
Is gold worth the sacrifice,
or do I settle. comfortable. accepted.
I reach in tension, constant tension.
But do they truly contradict?
I'll never know until I've reached,
if my heart will finally feel whole.

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Without a tongue,

I cannot scream.

With this stump of a tongue,

I cannot taste.

I swallow my words,

Going down smoothly

With the warm tea and sugar.

I think of the boat that was my tongue once

And wonder where we would have traveled.

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6 Minute Radial Timer for Quiet Writing 

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6 Minute Radial Timer for Quiet Writing 

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Sujata Bhatt is an award winning poet. She was born in Gujarat, India. In 1968, she immigrated to United States with her family. Her poetry is written in both Gujarati and English.

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Welcome!                    An Opening Idea by Amin Maalouf 

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Welcome!                    An Opening Idea by Amin Maalouf 

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"It is often the way we look at other people that imprisons them within their own narrowest allegiances. And it is also the way we look at them that may set them free."

I would like to suggest that this also applies to the way we look at ourselves which also has the capacity to either trap us within our own narrow prisons, or set us free.

Be kind to yourself as well as others.

Thank you for sharing this space with us today.

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Tibetan Healing Sounds: Cleans the Aura and Space. Removes all negative energy

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Final Thoughts and Inspirational Takeaways from the Session: When your session has ended, please feel free to add some inspirational thoughts about your experience below this banner. We will share everyone's thoughts and ideas with participants after the event. 

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Final Thoughts and Inspirational Takeaways from the Session: When your session has ended, please feel free to add some inspirational thoughts about your experience below this banner. We will share everyone's thoughts and ideas with participants after the event. 