Lessons from Today:
1. None of us do everything right the first time. We need to give each other room to learn from those moments. I think being vasicious isn’t actually helpful to anyone’s growth. Call people on their mistakes and then give room to learn from them. Otherwise we create an atmosphere of guilt and I know I don’t want anyone feeling guilty for what they say or do but rather feeling accountable and willing to learn based on the knowledge they were given.
2. It’s possible to hold ourselves and others accountable for the things we do and say. Actually it’s completely necessary. We all Act. We all Speak. I need to hold myself accountable for my actions and for the actions of those who need to be held accountable. I need someone to hold me accountable for what I do and they need to hold themselves accountable for what they do. Let’s not imbalance the scale but only acknowledging and accounting our actions or the actions of others. Let’s do both because we’re all here in these spaces. Please don’t act like there’s only one – Self of Others
3. Listen with the Intention to Listen (Straightforward)
4. Step Up, Step to the Side. Claim Space, Give Space. If you talk a lot please give room for other voices. If you don’t talk a lot challenge yourself to make your voice heard.
I’m not exempt. I’m still Learning these as I Speak on these Lessons 🙏❤️
Look at THIS DUDE! This guy is literally one of the Greatest People I’ve ever met in my whole life!!! He’s got a Caring Heart, a Strong Will, a Powerful Voice, an Artistic Flow, a Random-Ass-Shit-Mind, an Authentic Spirit and so much more :D I can’t even sum up this dude in a IG text box fa real! But I can say that if you know this guy and he’s in your life Expect Abundance! Treat him right and you’ve got a wing man fa life! He’s always there for you when you need him (and got some funny ass shit to say during the process hahaha) Like when I jumped on his back first time I met him and instead of dropping me and punting me like he does his phone (Ha! *shade*), he carried me and since has been supporting me throughout my movement. Thank You Brother, Best Friend, Love! Happy B(Earth)Day Jazz!!!!
Today is the B(Earth)Day of the Most Fantastic, Spectacular, Amazing, Phenomenal Woman I will ever have the Pleasure and Honor of Being a part of My Life:
😍😍😍😘😘😘💜💜💜💜👑 My Mother, Sheila Hatcher!!!! 🎷💜💜💜💜🙏🙏🙏👏👏👏
I’ve been Blessed with her for 22 years of My Life, the World many more years and the Universe an Eternity 🙌🙌🙌
In Tribute to the Greatness that is My Mother, I wrote her a poem (that imma read her later today as a surprise :P) and I want to share:
“Sheila Hatcher” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 7/12/14
Hope comes in a form of something to believe in.
What do you believe in?
Hope for me is not a what but a who.
I believe in Sheila Hatcher.
My Mother who raised me, on her own, and did so with a force of a thousand mountains moving me from the Earth of Raw Sugar Skin up into Skies of Lavender Scarfs and Orange Peels and Black Pupils looking at me and saying,
“I am proud of you.”
She is proud of me.
Her child who didn’t think it was possible to make a woman so strong, so powerful, so real, so everything loving that God wrapped up her into a Soul Unlimited by Life and Blessed Me by putting My Soul in the Body of her Womb.
I was Born into Royalty.
For My Mother is Divine.
A Queen who does not only Rule with an Iron Fist but also a Caring Open Hand holding me up with Love the span of Kingdoms and Heart encrusted with Gold of Truth and Gems of Wisdom.
She passed them to Me.
Her Royals given to
Her Prince who never thought he could Rule his own kingdom or lead a people but is always Reassured by the Supportive Embrace of My Mother who took me by the hand and said in full,
“You are destined for great things Mykell.
All You have to do is Believe.”
And so I do.
I hold Hope in my Heart:
Because I have someone to Believe In:
“Mountain Names” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 7/12/14
Shouted from the Top of the World right through the Pain
Disappeared within the Healing Frames looking down on past Loathing and Shame.
Echoing through the Caverns of Hope obtained is
Mykell M Hatcher-McLarin,
I didn’t know I could Climb So High and feel Proud of where I’ve been Maimed.
Not cuz I Enjoyed those Days but because I came through them Changed.
Just because everything is Forgiven, doesn’t mean those experiences should be Forgotten. For what is Remembered is more likely not to be Repeated Again.
Mykell Hatcher-McLarin (Me)
So imma put this on the table right now cuz I feel like this is a reoccurring theme:
This “Oppression Olympics” hoohah is gettin old and tired. I know I’m personally tired and no longer looking to be a part of movements that are in the business of putting down each other’s experiences because they aren’t your own. There’s at least one in every social identity category: Race, Ethnicity, Gender, Sexuality, Religion, (Dis)ability, Language, Citizenship, and Age. There’s a difference between acknowledging that their is a social climate that promotes this “caste system” and actually feeding into that climate.
I’m tired of different racial, ethical, cisgender, transgender, LGB, religious, lingual, ability status, age, immigrant status (as believed by Americans) communities being like, “We got it harder than you” instead of realizing that we all have difficult battles we need to fight and that community members and allies need to be on board trying to help each other win those battles. And I mean ACTUALLY supporting each other. None of that, I got you later…and later…and later…type non-sense. It’s not about fighting anyone’s battles for them, cuz we do have our owns too that we need to fight, but rather authentically being helpful in the causes of Being. Helping People Be Able To Be.
Like fa real, we as oppressed people got enough shit on our plate enforced by people in privileged positions without other oppressed people enforcing that shit too. How we supposed to get anything done when we busy fighting among ourselves? All the while the “top tear” who wish to watch us tear each other a part are doing so with popcorn in their hands? To be honest, I don’t think it’s relatively helpful when working on all the issues present within and towards different communities with that mindset. It’s important to acknowledge that we are all dealing with different things and we need to find multiple solutions to deal with those multiple, varying issues.
I’m done enrolling in the “Oppression Olympics.” Cuz Fa Real Nobody Actually Wins but those Not Competing.
“May I Universe?” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 7/10/14
May I write poetry in your arms?
Laying under arches shooting stars into galaxies wrapped around My Heart, Me.
I’ll use novas to spell L-O-V-E.
I’ll write it out, Intentionally…
May I recite poetry in your arms?
You’ll hear me over the nebulas exploding from my voice as fear begins corroding.
Stardust comes down to Earth Free-floating.
And Life is Recreated, Hoping…
May I write poetry in your arms?
Move stars around to create words of Healing that’ll shift rotations of Feelings.
There’s nothing I’m Concealing.
I’m in the process of Revealing…
May I recite poetry in your arms?
It’ll sound like meteor showers raining Truth, filling this Space I Share with You.
Trust Me, Intimacy will Ensue.
I Promise, I Do…
I’ll write poetry in your Sunrise.
I’ll recite poetry in your Moon-filled Skies.
Look into the Stars through My Eyes
and watch all the planets Align.
As the Depth of this Moment Expands,
My Soul, You’ll come to Understand.
I’ll Be Here, an Evolving Man.
Just Please Hold Me and…
Let me Write Poetry in Your Arms
and I’ll cause you No Harm.
Every Word I Tell You is True
for this is All I Want to Do.
So it was very easy to ignore or disregard that my shirts and hoodies don’t fit when I was trying to hide something, even if it’s from myself. Now that I have nothing to hide, 90% of my shirts and hoodies don’t fit Looks like I’m going to have to invest in some clothes that are my size or making it in corporate America is going to be more of a terror than it already is *sighs* Let the Fun Begin!