Our fight for optimism is the very thing that makes us human, especially in the current times. “How do you feel today?” can go down differently depending on how many signatures and Tweets cross me up. As an act of self-care, I’ve deleted both Twitter and Facebook from my phone. It’s exhausting to be consistently angry and consumed by misguided commentary and a general lack of empathy (or thought).
Maybe I need one positive note for each day. My messy, angry head needs to transform into something tangible and productive. Despite darker, Voldemort-ish undercurrents around us all. I need a personal Maya Angelou medicinal poe-tea each evening.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.