Time is my everything…

Time is my lover

It is my friend

It speeds the necessity of flow

Within the veins of all that will be..

all that is known 

we once were romantic lovers 

we both figured out very early

Sentimentality isn’t the strongest of bonds for us to be in 

it’s not real enough for us

we both became disappointed quite easily

across vortexes

So we decided to yield to our natural waves 

within vibrational love

Understanding

Care

consistency

In knowing that time only tells with this one life.

Times intention for me is always in lifting me up

To be greater than what I can see within the moment

it’s within that moment I’m able to lay seeds

for the future tense and only time allows me to see

for me..I respect the laws of it’s frequency

So time…

It’s the angel of stillness upon a frosted corner in the middle of a lonely night when only the sounds of nature and the spirit world are active. 

it allows me to be courageous

It’s my navigation system within a jungle of oppressive systems

it allows me to be resilient

It’s the brilliant sunbeams that feed my melanin energy at the calm of every story that my ancestors have transmitted unto my DNA

it allows me to create

I allow it to love me

Time

Time

Time

Is my lover

It’s my friend

It’s my twin soul experience of what was before and everything that comes after it

it’ will be my forever meantime

Time is my everything…

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The broken clocks of toxic work environments

“A story teller does not tell of a different season” – Yoruba proverb”

Tick tock

Tick tock

Binnnnggggg

The old sound of chains

conformity

colonizing damages

No black woman’s voice for nurturing

Cultivation

Love

Creation

Using a so called black boy’s mane

To allow the black woman to be forgotten.

As the “so called” liberal whore is there for the usage

labeling it “diversity”

neocolonialism

bulldog

trade in

In the war of

continuing inbreeding

fucked up thinking

Within

socialized

white dominance

As the old crew of imperialism, capitalism, patriarchy, laughs, back bites, during golf or cigars

always pushing their personal agendas forward

positioning

Welcome to the “ game of orgs”

YET

Winter is coming

it’s about who gets what when, and how from

scalable efficiencies

accessibility, diversity and inclusion are root words for keep it going…standardization  

hidden

hidden

hidden

hidden

within bastardized personal learning language

algorithms of homo sapien futurizing

that same ole shit

instead of New World, New Sound, New Thought, New Definitions that’s that “creative science” shit that’s embedded in African Thought Systems

top down

leadership masquerading as management

Flat culture

buzz world ritual management until it chokes

all the impactful creating from

learners as individuals

This is the “enlightenment” era of Ed technology

So everyone’s a casualty

Without the money, power, and title…really?

In this age, in this stage of the original man thinking…

Yet entrepreneurship is the new mindset for learners

design thinking

community

collaboration

creativity as passive language

This system doesn’t want that shit!!!!

Let’s be realistic

augmenting the new workers

new chokers

new jokers

rejecting their own humanity

for a quick fix of the latest technology

mass producing non critical thinkers

to make it happen within the same old pipeline

of slavery

delivered personally under innovation and obedience

SHHHHH…no thinking

SHHHHH…don’t make no waves

SHHHHH…just do what’s required

be apart of the “buzz world” of non producing

only paper documents are required and a checklist if it was done or not

SHHHHH ignore the code of genius inside of you.

You’ll keep your job.

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick…

tock..

The broken clock of toxic work environments   

 

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Growing up, I was never taught the notion that education was limited.  I was taught that it was a source of freedom.  A freedom of curiosity, pleasure, fun,  resiliency, and unlimited imagination.  It will always be a place of love for me as it is the strongest form of self validation for me.    As I’ve gotten older and have become educated with the system.  This system is not the same….

questions not welcomed

curiosity is absurd

deep thinking isn’t required

narrow views

homogeneous thinking

is our goal

cognitive diversity is constantly ignored

the environment

is not inclusive

teaching styles are equated with serving others

as unequal

leadership is fueled by fear of being extraordinary

backbiting or being silent is the way to the top

There’s no room for shared values or beliefs

Only a select few can determine this culture

while others are robbed

of their uniqueness

with names spelled incorrectly

perceptions fueled by mis-education

is now the rule of the land.

I was always taught a name is worth more than gold

hearing such thoughts

  • that no one thinks like you
  • Well paper designing is real designing
  • just concentrate on what I give you

who you are doesn’t meet the noted standard of mediocrity

the very pulse of the environment

is cold

unwelcoming

uncongenial

disrespectful

a constant drink of mixed abuse

unethical practices

among group think

The status quo

is about ruler ship

portfolio learning

big data

lack of accountability

limited achievement

constraints

set limits

yet the tone is set about

being better than everyone else

Who do you serve amongst this polarized view of reality??

no growth

no souls

no connection

no relationships

transactional

learning

will always be the goal

there’s only

one way

one light

one current

one frequency

unmuted static tone

of

no love.

Image by Jean-Michel Basquiat

Inspirations:

 

 

 

collaborative death of innovation 2017

As I walk into the room

A room that looks vibrant, open, and collaborative

yet with no human life inside

I see smiles.  Yet the movements are not real to my thinking

my sensitivities are at an all time high

this space is not made for creative minds..creative thinking

the dictation admits

Only certain types of minds

to be able to function within this space

while chaos is quietly contained

so sophisticated play is not admitted

my universal mind

is a walking target

my critical view

is forsaken

“I don’t want her working on any projects”

so I’m unseen

unheard

and murdered everyday walking in that building

no true love for humankind because original thinkers are looked at as nonhuman

no respect of a new nomenclature of learning

There’s shallowness

that breaths coldness with the space

Whether it’s real or fake

it’s thoroughly made known that only certain people can partake within this turning over of ole bones of a system

Only those who are deemed competent can exist or be semi valued

While the axis of compassion, love, vibrational soul

have no way to live within it

There’s no windows to living life..no plants, no music, no dance, no living rituals that breath fresh air into the atmosphere

Super Egos rule this “game of org” types species

no humility

no fun

no dreams are allowed

Your passions are for our control and take

only disrespect of life

gives you the right credentials to paper create

The system within system within system is built for those who only see numbers, the roi, the  do-what’s told type of thinking…

innovation…that’s a play around word for old homspaien culture

Being revolutionary …creating authenticity within an inauthentic environment

an inauthentic system

means you can get killed, maimed, disgraced and murdered amongst the species of the old system

While going against the grain speaking truth

refusing integration upon deaths door

risk-taking is not valued unless you embrace the colonized mind of dominance

so a white boy can write out a CV of mistakes while embracing congratulations and people like me get a write up, a warning, or no projects.

This is a strange strange place of many strange fruits

misconceptions

rudeness for the sake of research

masked within technological pedagogy

A sad sad sad place without a care for redemption

a collaborative space of killing creative minds with no forgiveness

 

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higher ed higher pledge…

Higher ed

Higher pledge

between the threads

you teach

you propel

you dispell

you dish out

how you were lead

how you were shaped to be

through warped ideas

of ideologies

of inferority

of exclusive dominance

as you continuously

chok… the… fuck

out of all the creativity

from me

out of learning

What’s your intent?

Where’s your nobility

in nuturing minds

in loving

in  living

to the passion and desire of

shaping better people

for the greater good…

to create a better existence

yet what I feel, look, see, and touch

are  hidden touch points

of bias viewpoints

of top down culture

focusing on subsets, subcultures, subprofit, subdominance

compartmentalizing

the differentiation

of all thoughts

aspirations

dreams

playfulness

curious tinkering

as a detour

to maintain

the supremacy of nineteen hundred year old thinking…

Higher ed,

Higher pledge

to what?

group thought

group walk

group thinking

silos of shame

who can I blame

and non ethical lenses

what are you running from higher ed?

what cards are being played?

while you’re marginalizing

who am

as a disable person

as a veteran

as an immigrant

as a woman

a black woman

a creative

a polymath

of new thinking

what happened to those 21st skills sets you wish to teach and bring forth

through experietial learning

What happened to that entrepreneurial mindset that you wish all your students to seek

as I am here

you exist in fear

So when I say who I am

you then tell me what I can’t be

Higher ed

Higher pledge

                            between the threads

the lines of the lies

marginalizing creative thought

creative thinking…..

photo credit:  @mahanypery by @lucasmennezes for @maybellinenybrasil

An ode to Ed Technology

what mask shall I wear?

What pedagogical approach is right for the day?

Which identity should I choose

As a walk into “the game of orgs” that see’s

no value

in me

no respect

no love

harsh realities with fresh scars all in the name of  learning

Shall I stay silent today past the judgmental stares of inadequacy

Or …shall I take the path of bearing the fruit of my exuberance

while the distant light

of 19th century dominance (theory) runs from

the glare of me

who am I as a little black girl

to state boldly what I represent, what I create

to be more than what they call me?

what I’m designated to be within old hierarchy

my question

who am I not to be.

playing small with the light doesn’t suite me

living life  is not a game

I was born for a purpose

interstellar  transdisiplinary intentions

yet everyday I  walk into a field of discipline specific minds

where there is no consciousness

no ethical layer of honesty

Decisions are made within closed minds

closed doors

with no emphatically lens

no hope of inclusion or visible diversity

other than who wins?

who really wins…

within this game

of no valor

Trust is of little value

Thus the game of thrones is playing out

So therein lies

the life within Higher Education

Which mask shall I wear?

which pedagogical approach is best for you today?

Which identity shall I choose?

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Image Credit :  by Diane Morgan http://www.nitrobeat.co.uk/news/unleashing-imagination-and-alternative-visions-fut/