The Writings of Gabriela Garcia Medina

December 5, 2008

Smile to Life (Entry: December 4rth, 2008)

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I smile to Life

I read this article today and it made me reflect on myself and the world around me:

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/12/05/happiness-contagious.html

Reflections on article:

Happiness is most def. contagious.

We have the power to choose it
and when we make that choice, it manifests all around us. I really
believe that. Even in these trying economic times, we have the power to
choose how we want to interact with the world, we can choose to be
angry, annoyed, scared, or we can choose to tackle these challenges
with laughter, with joy making the best of every situation.
It gives me an idea for a poem:

Imagine if Laughter was contagious
If you could catch smiles like cooties
And find joy, like light in our darkest hour

Imagine if Happiness was not something we struggled to achieve
But that it was always present in the way we lived our lives

Imagine if a smile could cure a cold like a shot of wheatgrass
Or if an open heart warmed rooms like the sun
If we replaced doubt with faith
And fear with God
If we knew that the world would always be smiling at the beauty of our life,
And that our mistakes would make sunflowers bloom in the most unexpected places.

I wonder how different the world would be?
And i wonder how different we would be in the world?

Free at Last! (Entry: March 2007)

Filed under: Journal — Tags: , , , , , — gabriela @ 6:07 pm

Free at Last!
How to Recover from a Broken Heart…..

Yes…I was in that meditative state, one gets in right before falling asleep, and suddenly I jolted out of bed with the realization that I was finally free….and completely over my ex.
So whoever said it takes half the time you were with someone to get over them….LIED….It took me almost 2 years to get over a 2 year relationship….and for the first time since I met this person I can honestly say I AM OVER IT….and mean it!!!…cause you know people say that all the time after they break up with someone….after a 5 year relationship you run into your girl at the club drunk out of her culito and when you ask her how she’s doing she says “Oh I’m so over it!” Yeah right….I don’t care how much alcohol you put into your body….when you wake up tomorrow morning….you’ll still be crying and you’ll still miss that co-dependence that you had with your partner……so…..it takes time and it takes work….the key word in this past sentence is WORK…..yes….you can’t just wait for TIME to heal you….YOU MUST BE AN ACTIVE AGENT AND USE TIME TO HEAL…..time is there for you to take advantage of it, but as long as you stay a victim of circumstance and still look to the past with longing….you will only perpetuate your own misery…..you will LIE to yourself and find new people to replace old voids, put a band-aid on an infested wound….that will only continue to grow……

Until you are fully healed from your past, you will not be able to fully walk in the present. Give yourself time for self-recovery……right after a harsh break-up we tend to get really busy and really involved….ALMOST OBSESSED with things around us as a way to avoid from looking at ourselves and asking ourselves very important questions…..when I broke up with Mark I got obsessed with my career….and getting ahead…..i was so focused on work, that it left me little time to think about what I had been through….for men, I hear that it is easier to be distracted by finding quick replacements…..though these replacements are physical, they lack depth and emotional connection……it is our cowardice way of coping and avoiding sitting with ourselves in the painful process of letting go.

How did I heal?
It was NOT easy….as im sure you can tell from my past poems, journal entries and blogs…..But since I am complete in this most recent process…I want to share my experiences in the hopes that they may help others who are going through it, or who have become stuck in a place of stagnancy and self-victimization.

8 STEPS TO RECOVERING FROM A BROKEN HEART!

1.    I took time off from the world…I chose isolation because I needed to cry and release everything I wasn’t ready to talk about. I gave myself some alone time for mourning…..one of the first steps in acknowledging the end/death of something.

2.    I found comfort in Lila Downs…..I would take long drives, roll up my windows all the way and sing along to Lila Downs Rancheras……this became my way of releasing pain….through singing…..everytime I ran into my ex, or had a thought about my ex, I would grab “La Cantina” by Lila Downs and would give myself 30minutes to an hour to sing along and cry about it….then I would get out of my car and continue on with my day.

3.    I spent time with Family. Sought advice from my elders, and engaged in laughter, joy and service with people in my immediate and extended family; whose warmth reminded me that I was not alone; who’s words provided me with comfort; and who’s love gave me strength to heal.

4.    I did the master cleanse….a great way to move forward from an unhealthy past is to change different parts of our lifestyles…..one important part that affects our moods and our energy is our EATING….by doing the master cleanse for 10 days, not only did I heal my body, but I also actively healed my mind and my spirit…..

5.    Pick a hobby….something that makes you feel good….whether it be to paint, to write, to sing, to dance……practice this hobby in a balanced way….don’t inmerse yourself so deep in it that you forget that you are healing….but allow it to fill a part of you that has been lost…..allow it to be an act of self-love, a gift that you give to yourself…..for how can we expect others to give to us if we are not capable of giving to ourselves?

6.    Prayer and Meditation has provided me time to reflect. Ask myself the following questions: Why was this person in my life? What gift, lesson do I take with me from this past experience? How am I better equipped for my future relationships and interactions? One of the most important questions for me was Do I really miss this person…or do I miss how I felt with this person?

7.    After asking myself these set of questions I came to the realization and the understanding that my ex….was not meant to be my life partner, because if that is what the universe intended for me, then it would have worked out that way; and thus I accept that my ex and I are not aligned, and therefore, in order for me to grow and come closer to finding the person with whom I can nourish a healthy, balanced and inter-dependent relationship with; I must be able to let go completely of my past, for if I don’t, it will cloud my future relationships and I may not be ready for my true life partner once they come along…..

8.    FINALLY I was able to forgive….First and foremost I forgave myself for any pain, and hurt I may have caused my ex….i freed myself from guilt and shame, and accepted my past as lessons that I can now look back and see differently…..and Secondly….i forgave my ex….for any pain and hurt that I allowed him to cause me. As my compassion grew, so did my love for myself….and thus I was not tied to a past that was holding me captive and keeping me in the darkness….instead….i was able to release and let new wisdom, new perspectives, and new light flow into my life…..and with this new wisdom, with these new perspectives and with this abundance of light….i began to attract like-minded spirits and surrounded myself with a new kind of love.

WHAT IS MOST IMPROTANT IN OUR HEALING PROCESS IS THAT WE USE CREATIVE VS. DESTRUCTIVE METHODS TO RECOVER…..IF WE FEEL PAIN, WE SHOULD NOT IGNORE IT, WE SHOULD ACKNOWLEDGE IT AND LET IT SIT INSIDE OF US, BUT WE MUST NOT GIVE IT THE INTENSITY OR THE ENERGY THIS PAIN DEMANDS…..WE SIMPLY LET IT BE, AND THOUGH WE BECOME AWARE OF IT, WE TRY NOT TO ACT UPON IT, AND INSTEAD TRY TO DISCOVER ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS THAT WILL ENABLE US TO MOVE FORWARD IN OUR PATH TO BE WHOLE AND COMPLETE INDIVIDUALS….!

And thanks to this process that I have undergone in the past year and a half….i have learnt so much about myself, about the things I want to manifest in a life partner….and finally I am grateful that my relationship ended….for now I can see the bigger picture….before I was so caught up on the rain-drops that I didn’t understand the rain…..i was so caught up on the wave that I didn’t connect it to the ocean….and so now I am grateful that I am able to see this relationship as a stepping stone towards the changes that my spirit must udergo to be complete, whole and free….so that it can attract the energies of individuals who are also complete, whole and free….so that I may be able to engage in a healthy loving relationship that is free of co-dependency and that is rooted in LOVE….a word….that we must learn to define and re-define over time, and throughout each of our break-ups….a word that will teach us as much about what we want and desire from others, as what we want and desire from ourselves!

Consejos de la Abuela for a Broken Heart (Feb 2007)

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CONSEJOS DE LA ABUELA FOR A BROKEN HEART!

I went to Zabumba this past Sunday night, a place where i frequent on a weekly basis…so as to brush up on my salsa skills ….And this one very attractive Cuban guy who i know from the scene, thought he was being witty when came up to me and said “Tienes que enamorarte” meaning “you have to fall in love”
i totally laughed it off, said my goodbyes, and drove home.

Now, i believe that God speaks to us in many ways, and on my drive home i thought about what this guy had said. Ofcourse he had only intended it to be a pick-up line but to me it was so much more.
I thought about his statement “You need to fall in love” and in that moment i realized that as much as i have tried to move on from my last relationship i really HAVENT!

I went to sleep that night and of course….who came to visit my dreams…..my ex!

I woke up the next morning in the WORST FUNK i have been in since my father past away, and i even felt a little guilty that i was somewhat more upset about my ex breaking up with me.

IS THIS NORMAL? WE BROKE UP APRIL OF LAST YEAR…THAT’S 1 YEAR AND 2 MONTHS!!!…SHOULD I HAVE MOVED ON ALREADY….?

I read somewhere that it takes about half the time you were with someone to get over them? So according to my calculations….we were together for 2 years shouldnt i be done MOURNING ALREADY????
And why is it soooooooo much easier for men to move on than it is for womyn…..?

Men can find someone else right away…for us womyn it takes so much longer.
I think it is because we as womyn get entered so we hold so much inside of us, whereas for men, all they do is enter and move on….you know?!?
Anyways….so I woke up in SUCH A FUNK the other day…that i did not do ANYTHING at all….just put on some Lila Downs (for those of you who dont know…Lila Downs is like the 21st Century Mexican Billy Holliday), sang along and cried all DAY….Pathetic? I KNOW!

But it’s OK…i want to put myself out like that to the world….afterall….i have a feeling that i am not the only one who’s been through something like this…..
Which is why i decided to post the advice that i received from two people in my life who i love and respect. That way…if you’re goin through it, or you’ve been through it…you can hopefully make use of this advice as i have….!

The first bit of advice came from a good friend of mine. He is happily married and has a beautiful family. In a message he wrote:

im sorry those dreams/feelings continue to occur. i always tell people that the best way to get over somebody is to find somebody else you really like. i know its a little easier for guys, because we can detach easier, but if you can find that guy (maybe you’ve found him) that can help distract you, you ‘ll be on your way. dont be afraid to do that. ?other than that, its tough. love is something you cant put a cast or band aid over. only time can heal. ?have you spoke to him or thought about calling him up? that may help to know that maybe you guys can be friends. maybe knowing that you can hear his voice, or get some good advice, or at least say hello to him when you see him out, will help. is that possible?
hope you feel better ?i’ve been there

The next bit of advice came from my very own Abuelita….all the way in Cuba…She went through much heartbreak in her life….but she is happily re-married to her soul mate….I had written her an email telling her how i was feeling and this is what she said:

Mi Nina:
lo mas importante que te quiero decir es que porfa, levanta el animo, recuerda que no hay hombre que valga la pena que estemos triztes, yo se que es imposible mandar en el corazon y en los sentimientos, por eso tenemos que luchar ferreamente para llevarlos al olvido, recuerda que tu y solo tu vales mil veces mas, asi que levanta tu ego y adelante, te dije una vez que eso crea heridas pero como todas, se cierran y solo nos queda un leve recuerdo que en ocasiones hasta no sabemos exactamente donde se encuentran, pero todo depende del tiempo y de la fuerza de voluntad.
Bueno mi niña, no te doy mas muela sobre esto pues se que saldras adelante aunque todavia te quedaran dias como este en que te sientas mal pero de seguro pasara, te quiere un monton, besote,

Abuela

Opposites.

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , — gabriela @ 6:01 pm

Opposites

I read my horoscope every Thursday to get insight on my week
You laugh at my superstitions and accept me as “unique”
You wake up at six in the morning to get more time out of your week
But I see it as too much effort and I laugh at your teqnique.

I believe nothing’s impossible
And all can be attained with creativity
You believe in Reason
And look at life with objectivity

I’m outspoken and extroverted, overly emotional and highly political
You are quiet and introverted, perceptive and analytical
I believe in chance, you in probability
And while you see strength in consistency
I see strength in vulnerability

You live in a world of numbers and accurate solutions
I live in a world of magic and Illusion
Your mind tries to rationalize confusion
While my heart blindly trusts the spirits that guide its path
I read books on self-love, feminism and Revolution
And you read about Science, Computers and Math

To you, the world is logic
To me, it looks abstract
I search for truth in Intuition
And you search for truth in Fact
But one thing we both agree on,
Is that opposites attract;
Whether it’s random, or sequential
Metaphysical or Existential
The world is full of infinite potential
When our spirits interact.

Bailar Contigo.

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , — gabriela @ 6:00 pm

Bailar Contigo.

La Charanga empieza a tocar
Y de repente
Se me pone la sangre caliente
Cada vez que me sacas a bailar
Mis caderas como el mar
Se mueven con tus brisas
Y tu linda sonrisa
Me empieza a enamorar.

Mis pies quieren caminar
Hasta el fin del mundo con tus pasos
Y mis manos atrapadas entre tus brazos
No te quieren soltar.

Admito que me resulta dificil evitar
Querer comerte con la Mirada
Con tu cuerpo sudando
Mi boca te esta deseando
Y me falta el aire al respirar
Y asi aun seguimos bailando
Con la musica gozando
Me das vueltas y vueltas
Y aunque a veces me sueltas
Siempre me vuelves a agarrar.

Y cuando me coges de la mano
Se me derriten los dedos
Y se evaporan todos mis miedos
De volverme a enamorar.

Y entre congas y claves te susurro al oido
Que me gustas!
Tanto como me gusta bailar,
Pero mas, me gusta bailar contigo

Porque cuando te veo bailando
Es como ver a un religioso resando
Es ver a un nino jugando
O a un sonador sonando
Es ver al sol en el cielo
O ver la espuma en el mar
Es ver paz en la tierra
O ver a un cometa estrellar

Y es contagioso tu bienestar
Que con sabor me captura
Y me consume por dentro
Sacandome el alma del centro
Que con la musica se quiere expresar.

Y como una estrella en la noche que alumbra aun durante el dia
Tu forma de bailar se ha inmortalizado en mis versos,
Y por siempre brillara, y vivira
A traves de mi poesia!

Her Remains (November 2nd, 2007)

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Her Remains.

My mouth feels violated every time we kiss
For it can taste the reminisce of the woman you still miss
And when you hold me in your arms
Her ghost lingers in your charms
And when you lick me soft beneath my ear
Her name echoes an alarm
And even though she’s nowhere near
I can feel her presence here between us.

I see her reflection when you look into my eyes
And feel her scent when you reach between my thighs
Your heart still wants what your mind denies
And as we’re getting undressed
And your hand is pressed
Passionately against my breasts
I’m overcome with unrest at the thought of her
Ever so present is your past
And my feelings are overcast
With disappointment
For wanting you

For wanting something i cannot have
Yet I accept the broken half you offer me
Because I’m stubborn
And my heart (like yours), wants what my mind denies
And this ghost from your past I have come to despise
If it’s already dead why does it feel so alive
And I realize
That the only way for ghosts to die
Is for them to be forgotten
And only you can close that door
It is your love for yourself that can win that war
So until then
I must conform to being your friend
And nothing more.

The Gift.

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , — gabriela @ 5:53 pm

The Gift.

Life is a timba song
And it’s heart is the clave.
Clap – Clap- Clap - ClapClap
The clave;
It beats strong
And it beats steady throughout the song
Steady and conscious of itself
For it is the foundation
It is essential to the music
The root that holds everything together
Without it, nothing else makes sense
We are the claves
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
Our mothers are the claves
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
Our fathers are the claves
Clap – Clap – Clap – ClapClap
This beat is the gift of our ancestors
It is our birthmark
Branded onto our hips like tattoos
We carry the clave in our bones
And speak, like we move, in rhythm
Everywhere there is breath, there is salsa
You can find our music
Behind barrio alleys
On Hialeah street corners
In Brooklyn basements
Zabumba on Sundays
Santeria celebrations
Little cousin’s quinceaneras
And family reunions
Yes our music is everywhere we are.
There are Rueda classes in Chicago,
Cuban Festivals in Montana,
And of course there is always a reason to party in Little Havana
We have left our legacy in Alaska, Mexico, Canada, Beijing, Peru
And I bet even the esquimos in Antarctica know how to shake it inside their igloos
Our music has come full circle in Africa,
where it pays homage to its origins and rejoices its evolution
You can also find it at any Arcade in the form of Dance Revolution
It is shared in Indian Reservations, and in Tokyo night clubs,
There are even residues of our flavor in Germany, Britain, France and Spain
Through the sounds of maracas; yes, they too share a part of us, (Well, at least they try!)
Because Cubans, like our music, have touched every corner of the world
We are ambassadors of the drum and representatives of peace
Wherever the clave is, there is a celebration
So tell the UN that all they need to do to bring world peace is cancel the Geneva Convention and hold a Timba Pary instead
Teach Afghanis and Pakistanis to dance a Rueda
Make Israelis and Palestinians have to dance together
North Korea and South Korea will tap their feet
To the same salsa beat
And realize how similar they really are
And when the congas play to the trumpet sound
Walls will come down and bright colored streamers will fly high in the sky
Children from warring countries will look into each other’s eyes
And dance to the Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
We will all dance our wars away
Russia and Georgia will share an enchufle
China will give Tibet a sombrero
And US Troops will do an Adios with Iraq
Because when two strangers are engaged in this musical exchange
They are connected, feet moving together
Hands touching, bodies flowing, souls glowing,
And hearts overcome with compassion
And how can there be wars when there is compassion?
How can we look into each others eyes and not find love?
So let our music be our contribution
Let this Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap be our gift
Wherever the congas beat there is my culture sharing itself with the world
Bringing love straight to your doorstep,
Instead of guns, drums shake the earth beneath your feet like an electric beam of light sending little shocks of joy through your blood stream.
Instead of bombs, we drop beats that make even the stiffest of hips move to the groove of the base, creating one people, one love, one race
Our music is everything
It is not a reminder of home, because music is our home
Clap- clap- clap- clapclap
Clapping its way into our yesterdays
And influencing the sounds of tomorrows
As Celia reminds us “Que la vida es un Carnaval”
And this becomes our philosophy
We learn to live like we dance, smiling at the joy that is life
Timba, salsa, son
tropetas, congas y cajon
Yes!
She, too, is a gift to me,
Her spirit resonates in all my poetry
And her rhythm resides within me
Flowing skirt
And dancing shoes
Toes vibrating inside stilettos
Mouth singing
Arms swinging
Fluterring like tropical butterflies
Sweat drips on shaking hips
And lips smile uncontrollably
Cause when I am dancing I am Queen
No scratch that, I am Goddess
No scratch that, I am Queen Goddess!
Exuding sexuality with every contraction
With every release
I release sensuality
Like I was drenched in honey
And men, like bees stick to my sweaty sweetness till their legs fall off
Cause when I am dancing
I forget my insecurities, my fears
I forget that I haven’t set foot on Cuban soil in years
I forget that there’s bills waiting for me at home
That my mother was angry when we last spoke on the phone
I forget that I have an overdue parking ticket,
That there is work on Monday morning
There’s always traffic on the 110
And that gas is $3.99 a gallon
When I am dancing
I am living for the moment
For this music
The next step
The next turn
Who knows how the song will end?
All I know is that my smile is so bright in this moment it could light up a city
After each and every song, my body is ready to collapse in exstasy, like that feeling of release you get right after the best orgasm of your life.
I wanna kiss my sweaty stranger of a partner and say Thank you Thank You Thank you!
Yo don’t know how much this meant to me!
And my breath is so sweet it smells like evaporated sugar canes
My cheeks are so red they burn with love
My eyes so big they are filled with compassion
And my life has meaning
Because as long as I have this gift,
this music,
I will always know who I am
And the world will be my dancefloor.
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap

The World’s Greatest Magician!

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , — gabriela @ 5:50 pm

The World’s Greatest Magician!

I want to be the world’s GREATEST Magician
I don’t want to disappear people, then bring them back
And I don’t wanna pull cute little bunnies out of a hat
NO!
I want to be a Practical Magician
A Wizard of transformation
Shaman
High Priestess
Curandera
Brujita
Santera
An inventor of light in the midst of darkness
Making something out of nothing

Like when I didn’t have any money for clothes
And I taught myself how to sew
Modifying hand-me-downs and making them my own
Soon to be known as the Cubanita Magician entrepreneur
I could turn recycled Goodwill fabrics
into high fashion original couture
With creative alterations
That would have the whole cast of Project Runway
Turn their heads at my creations
This magic born from necessity
Poured itself into my fingertips
Like second nature
As if I’d had a dream
That I could master a sewing machine
And what do you know!
I woke up the next morning and I knew how to sew
Poof
Ache
Like Magic!

Cause when we don’t have enough of what we need
We make do with what we got
And YES….Life gets rough
But we’ll never NOT
Have plenty
And YES…we might have to get a Toyota instead of a Bentley
But who needs a Bentley when we’ve got MAGIC
Passed down from our ancestors
Who whisper to us gently
As we listen intently
To the knowledge they have brought
And we grow into magicians
Learn to manifest with our thought
We develop this skill
All our needs are fulfilled
All obstacles overcome
We make some
Where there is none
With magic!

Como cuando hay poco dinero pero un gran apetito
Cubanos can hook up some spam con arroz y huevo fritos
Cocinado en un sabroso sofrito
Para chuparse los deditos!!!
(y que no se te olviden los platanitos!)
Like my grandfather
Mi Abuelito
The magician of the kitchen
Who could use left-overs and make enough to eat
To feed our whole block plus our cousins who lived on another street
With just a leg of chicken,
Skin and bones
A slice of butter
A cup of water
And stale bread
A pinch of salt
And a drop of oil
In his pots, he would stir, fry and boil
Then place it in the oven on a sheet of tin foil
Let it cool off for the final phase
And our whole barrio would have chicken croquetas for days!
That appeal to even the pickiest eater
Who’ll grub it down faster than a parking meter
Cause who doesn’t want a piece of the magic?
Like bread and wine
We digest a piece of the divine
And we become Magicians!

Like my grandma
An herbal engineer
When Western Medicine fails to make your pain disappear
She can prescribe natural cures and plants that heal
Like my uncle who can turn an old beat up rusty Chevy automobile
Into the hottest new wheels
That fit like 10 people inside
We sit on each other’s laps and our thighs overlap
Like our English and our Spanish
Nobody really knows how we do it!
But we manage
And we cruise and we laugh
And we always overcome
We make some
Where there is none
With magic!

And we are not happy to be poor
But we are happy despite our poverty
We are not excited about our life struggles
But we are excited to be alive
Cause we are magicians
Making the impossible
Possible
The unimaginable
Tangible
Creating wealth where there is nothing
Fill voids with hope
And communities with resources
That’s why I wanna be the world’s greatest magician

Like poets and Musicians
And their power to ignite emotion
Setting our hearts in motion
Through a magical explosion of sound!
Like Billy Holliday’s Blues
Como la musica de Celia Cruz
Y los timbales de Tito
Que con su magia nos hace mover el culito!
Like Hip Hop
Like beatboxers making their mouths into instruments
B-boys and b-girls getting down and breakin it down
With their head spinnin around like magic
Like graffiti artists turning walls into canvases
And forgotten alleys into public art galleries
I wanna be a magician

Like little girls with big imaginations who can travel the world
Without ever leaving their backyards
Like single moms working two shifts and raising healthy beautiful children
Like the power of chocolate to magically eliminate PMS
It’s Magic!
Awomyn Amen
Ache
POOF
Like Magic

Like the power of spooning!
Just cuddle up behind someone’s rear
And it will make the worst of disputes disappear
I’m telling you…
When I am the worlds GREATEST magician
I will make Israelis spoon Palestinians
Mexicans spoon Salvadorians
And I’ll make homophobic men spoon their dads
And thus…create world peace
Magic!
Like how Mexicans were born knowing how to cook any dish from around the world!
Go to a Mexican Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Go to an Italian Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Go to a Chinese, Tawainese, Peruvian, Colombian Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Poof!
Magic!

Like when I was little and I wanted a Christmas tree
And my mom, who thought spending money on a tree
that would be thrown out 2 weeks later
didn’t make any sense
And when you’re struggling and counting every cent
A Christmas tree is a luxury
And a wastefull expense
But on December 24rth
Our living room plant was filled with lights and ornaments
My mother
Also a magician
And I wanna follow in her legacy
Which is why,
I wanna be the worlds GREATEST magician

And with the flicker of my wand
Poof!
I would turn freeways into parks
Turn every Wallmarts into homeless shelters
Turn prisons into schools
And schools into SCHOOLS!
As the world’s GREATEST magician
I would make the Governor Undocumented
I would make Muslims, Chrisitans and Jews love one another
I Would turn Bush into an Iraqi mother
I would eliminate apathy and get rid of fear
And I would make crooked politicians –POOF- disappear
I would give people courage to stand up for their truth
And I would put a spell on cops so they stop harassing our youth
I would cleanse our communities from heroine and crack
And I would give Black people New Orleans back!
I would make fast food lovers into organic food lovers
And instead of Hot Cheetos and Lime Flavored Doritos
I would make children love veggies and fruits!
And I would tax corporations for how much shit they pollute
I would give people wings so they may learn how to fly
And I would make sexy lingerie fall from the sky
With a twist of my wrist
And a spoken command
I would conjure with my hands
And put a  spell on all the land
So that it would profit ONLY the families of those who work it!
As the world’s GREATEST magician
There’s so much I plan to achieve
I got so many tricks tucked up my sleeves
That will spark the imagination of children
And remind grown-ups that it’s never too late to believe
In Magic!

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