LEGACY

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LEGACY

This mouth has birthed earths of
dirt, blood, roots, boots, leaves, limbs, grass, grit and wit
I have created and destroyed worlds with these lips
Between the base of my hips,
I eclipse.
Spiraling from my solar plexus
Galaxies have been born in my lower extremities
Visual symphonies lyrically woven
Laced with every color of the spectrum
Spun with momentum
Words spoken into existence from soil,
to gravel into cyclones
Blown up towards the cosmos
We are celestial beings meeting at the cornerstone of flesh and bone
Humbly, and otherwise known as, human
Divine confusion
We contort these illusions to fit our belief systems,
truths and blueprints
Grand architects infused with faith and purpose
Some even bathe in churches
To wash away the sludge
Because they keep us in the mud
Trying to separate us from love
We are tools of the universe and it’s gods
Same force, different jihad
Identical messages
Competing firing squads
Causing me to question whether this
Intelligent Design is flawed
In the age of information and communication
How have we become so lost in translation?
Humanity versus Corporation
Paying no mind to the voice behind the curtain
This is no conspiracy theory
Just input the data into your iPhone,
Ask Siri
These times are scary
With high volatility, minimal mobility
We have reached a boiling point
Like crabs in a bucket
Bound to drown due to ego and emotional luggage
Emotional ruckus
Causing us to lose focus
Too blinded to the bigger picture
Too much binding to corrupted scriptures
To look into someone’s eyes and envision
Similar struggles
Priorities being juggled
Parallel loves, lives and lies
A carousel of loss, highs and cries
Too many good-byes
Ignoring our reflection to the source
Detached from the force
Lacking the emotional support
That can’t be conveyed through an email
And God’s voicemail is full
These days the only thing I have of value are my words
So, I’m on a mission to leave as many as I can
Strewn in the intersections of memories being threaded daily
I feel like I need to leave something behind
Every conversation I engage in of substance
Carry messages in abundance
Feels like I’m communing with prophets in bars and lounges
Consuming wines and spirits
Intoxicating lines and lyrics
To watch my back of the critics
And carry forth my lineage
This revives an image
Of mami and papi
Always trying to protect me
Family members asking when I’m going to have a baby
My ancestors guiding me
I promise I will leave a legacy
I promise I will leave descendants….
I just can’t promise that they’ll be children.


© Meriam Rodriguez. Published by permission in Centro Voices on 24 April 2015.

Centro Voices (ISSN: 2379-3864).
The views expressed here are those of the author and not necessarily those of Centro Voices, the Center for Puerto Rican Studies or Hunter College, CUNY.