Sunday, June 5, 2016

prose like a butterfly, blog like a bee...

and so the poetry spouting beloved boxer is gone...supreme athlete...poet if you didn't know it...american...muslim...conscientious objector (look that up if it's before your time)...husband (several times)...father (of nine!)...muhammad ali...finally succumbing to parkinson's...the ultimate price he paid for his prowess...the mighty are falling...the musicians...actors...writers...and so many who have shaped the worlds we have lived in...but tell me...what athletes today would truly defy status quo...be so eloquent in the shadows of a beautifully violent sport...can you imagine coming home with olympic gold...and not being able to sit down to eat and celebrate where you wanted?...we have come so far...or so they say...how can so many sing his praises...post pictures of his face...and hate who he was at the same time...and here i am railing against the machine...because i am not painting pictures with poetry here...no, this blog is for the day to day...the tedious...the nuance...the things that hurt...and anger...and sometimes if i am lucky...the fleeting moments that sing me to sleep...and so tonight i am hoping that muhammed ali's soul is drifting peacefully to a better place...where he is loved and admired for all that he was...the messy imperfection that is the human soul...and for that we say...amen

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