Monday, September 18, 2017

Shush

I’ve lost them
The words I used to use
To allow my heart to ooze
And make a mess on every page
I’ve lost them amid those days
Of regurgitating every ache
Every lash my back could take
In these empty spaces
Reside a few new things
A resilience in silence
That allows space to breathe
Filling deepest wells
With the healing of the wind
Allowing my best to just be
Without a microphone in my face
Allowing my lips to close
No need to win any race
I am not a ticket to be punched
Shoved into the machine to lift an arm
I am not a meal to be lunched
No predators, no harm
I have found the wisdom of mothers
And aunties and sisters and lovers
I have found the silver adornment
Weaving itself from temples
The ability to appreciate naps
Love a lapse
The ability to seek no words
Share no words
Need no words
The health that resides
In the ultimate no-ing
I am leaving and arriving at once
Journey began and concluded
As a mother I am never alone
But I am whole in new ways
That I could not have grown
Without first being split
At my dreams
I am all of the things


©2017 Nicole Vilencia Hazard

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Cold War Tweet Storm

I cut teeth on a cry of "Wolverines!"
mental gun held high
knowing I’d hide underground
fight the Reds with the kind of ingenuity
that invented peanut butter and the Slinky
We had drills at school
as if tucking under a desk
was an umbrella for nuclear winter
We stayed up late two nights
to watch The Day After
The one enemy we knew for sure
Was RUSSIA!
They were communists!
They beat us to space!
There was that Cuba thing!
We knew they were wrong
We were right
And we had more nukes
If it came to a fight
Fast forward the VCR 30 years
Begrudgingly respecting Ayn Rand
We can hum Tchaikovsky
We can quote Vygotsky
And understanding Tostoy is a breeze
The nation that was going to bring us
To our knees with sleeper agents
And KGBs
Isn’t so scary these days
We play them in chess
And tennis
We eat with them
Meet with them
Call them in emergencies
Allow them to rig presidencies
Sweeping them under the rugs
We use to wrap FBI directors
When they don’t talk nice
Perhaps, I think, we are at war
With Russia still
It’s an old war
Not a cold war
They’ve played the long game
It’s a strong game
Stronger than tall towers
Fragile egos and
Small souled men craving
Immensity
Staggering in density
The greatest nation
In the free world
Just got pwned

©2017 Nicole Vilencia Hazard


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Dear Parents

Dear parent,

There is nothing more important than your child
Not the phone in your hand, or the caller on the line
We only get to protect them for a very short time
You are the sun to them and every night star
And they will navigate by your light wherever they are
Fill them with your love, wisdom, affection
Take time to share guidance and your direction
You broke the seed, now give it water and light
Be vigilant, look after them, teach them what's right
There is no adult alive worth more than your child
So tend to them gently, don't let them grow wild
All they want is your love and to be show the way
Dear parent be present, or your child will pay
Redirect and affirm the good deeds you see
Give them boundaries so they thrive in community
Teach them hard work and compassionate giving
Show them consumption isn't life, isn't living
Help them love forests, stewards of earth
Show them love, radical love, every day from their birth
Model acceptance and social responsibility too
They will become everything they grow up seeing in you
Dear parents pour your best into their little heart
Give them your attention, take time, do your part

© 2017 Nicole Vilencia Hazard




Monday, December 5, 2016

White Sweat

The ink of laws subjugating
Other humans just being
Does not wash away in white tears
As the dominant culture
Causing countless to suffer
Because “that’s just how things are”
We have to raise the bar
As our whiteness celebrates
Giving equality with civil rights
My humanity screams
It was never ours to give or take
And the laws we make
Granting permission
For others of different skin
To mingle in “our” world
Are insult, on insult, on insult
Perpetrated by a ruling culture of arrogance
Whose goal has always been possession
If we as a conquering tribe
Had spent less time consuming
And more time connecting
We might not be so arrogant as to think
That equality was ours to bequeath
We might be living in an abundant culture
Where we all share in the care of one another
Where I can call you brother
And sister and mother and cousin and aunt
And more than that, I can call you my kin
The ink of laws subjugating
Other humans just being
Does not wash away
In white tears
It may never wash away
So much damage done
To generations gone
And “white we” wakes to a space
Where we still have power
And have allowed it to be
Commoditized by a for profit prison machine
Grinding up poor black flesh
To make fat white men fatter
And a criminal justice system
Where good old boys
Will be good old boys
And do what they like
Short of ropes
To retain control
Where a black man is 12% of the population
But 37% of the prisoners
Where my black brother under 30 is 5 times
More likely to be killed
By those we pay to protect and serve
We have got to do more
Than name drop our black friends
We have got to do more
Than sign petitions
We have got to do more
Than talk privilege and pain
We have got to do more
If we aren’t bullshitting about change
Instead of white tears and white regret
We need white work and white sweat
In the places where black faces
Are considered a threat
So greed can’t forget
That “white we” has no place
Granting equality to a race
That is the root of us all
That “white we” of history
Bears responsibility
To tell children the truth of our sins
White sweat…is what it takes
To move through the mistakes
Generations of greed have allowed
White sweat and white faces
In unsafe black spaces
So the only tears that flow
Can become those
Of humans just being

©2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard



Saturday, May 14, 2016

Firefly Dance

Everybody’s so busy
Lookin' down at their hands
Nobody to notice
The tick tock of the sand

Just letting those years
Pass them right by
Nothing to show
But debt and you die

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

Get less busy lookin'
For something to do
And more busy doin'
Something right next to you

You don’t need a dollar
To make a lotta change
Who cares who’s lookin'
Or who thinks it’s strange

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

So take a walk on a wild side
Or don’t take sides at all
Take your inner child’s side
Or go take a fall

There’s a lotta livin'
We still gotta do
And baby I’m gonna
Do it with you

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all


© 2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

I'm Not With Her (She Isn't For Me)

I ain’t much for all the lyin’
I never did politic well
And lord knows Clinton’s trying
With everything she’s trying to sell
I’m old enough to know better
I remember how she raged
Against unsuspecting ladies
Trapped in Billy’s cage

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me

Some say that it’s her turn
She’s waited all this time
She’s been a good sport
Obeyed the party line
She lined up all her shots
Her hit list I hear is a mile
But there’s ugly in her eyes
Every time I see her pretty smile

She won’t get my vote by gender
I’d love to see a woman but not her
On Facebook I’d unfriend her
For all the flip flops that occur
She knows nothing about Americans
Who struggle to get by
And don’t even get me started on
Which emails to classify

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me

You may think that I’m a dreamer
Brave leaders need to be
So I cast my vote for the hippie
That lives like you and me
He boogied down at Woodstock
Fought for right when nobody was looking
He flies coach in the middle seat
I bet at home he does the cooking

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me


 © 2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard