Chill out

I have got to chill out

Life is stressing me out

It truly is

And I can’t let it

I only get one go on this torpedo

And I’m goinf to live t my way

Or as close to that as I can

I’d rather die in happiness and joy

Doing anything or nothing at all

But I choose happiness

I always chose happiness

I want to always chose love to

Because happiness can be selfish

But love really can not

But that’s not always easy

The way this life is led

In its mad dash ways

And it seems too much to me sometimes

And then I fall to the fray too

And it is so exhausting.

So very exhausting sometimes.

Harriet Tubman

You think of those black people she helped save

Some by force she had to

Because they became scared and wanted to go back

Even though it meant certain death or extreme punishment 

So imagine once they did get to freedom 

All hundreds of them

They had to assimilate and learn a new paradigm of living

From life long slave to freedom had to be quite the life shift 

And to come to what exactly?

Not like they had rich ancestors to rely on 

An education 

Even language barriers 

For dialectic, regional and race differences 

They had to have a support system of some kind 

No?

It’s the exact same for immigrants 

Except no one wants them 

At least in the north there seemed to be some humanity available then

Where did that go?