The Why! by Robin Mile’Pizzo

 

 

                                                The Why! By Robin Mile’ Pizzo

 

 

I wish my words, emotions, thoughts and even my heart

Could spill out onto page expressing why I do what I do

Make plain, make clear

the ambition, the reasons, the hope behind being an

Advocate

2GEN Innovator

Educator

Child Defender

I wish my words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart

could spill out onto page expressing why I do what I do

Tear down systems

Build new bridges

Form pathways that blaze fierce realities of opportunity

Even amidst the muck of Mona’s dream pimping reality TV illusions to young women who don’t have a J. Woodson Show Way to guide them to truth

I wish my words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart

could spill out onto page to express why I do what I do

Slaying legacies entrenched in poverty, degradation, and lack

Cracking the head of inequality,

Snapping the neck of hopeless data that screams

we are not capable, not intelligent, not accomplished, not gritty

I need my words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart to scream out onto pages and into ears why I do what I do

Making known that we must ALL be at the policy, profit, process Table

or like Bernie did to John’s ride, pile high the table with institutional lies, douse it in gasoline, lite a cig, take a puff, and set that table ablaze

The truth is

I can string words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart together for the rest of my days & still recognize

They. Are. Inadequate. to resound

I was a child needing a defender

A child needing an advocate

A child needing an educator

A child that needed someone to see my potential in spite of the barriers seeped in foster care, mental illness, poverty, and inner city realities.

My words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart I knit together like my grandmomma’s shawl can’t adequately permeate the power

My defenders shod in combat boots wielding military force as they bust down courtroom doors stomping potential all over writs, orders, and procedures

in demand of constitutional guaranteed protections

My words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart I weave together like lies often told lost and confused can’t adequately resonate the power

Dr. Robinson, PHD and 6th grade teacher fueling her students with intelligence seen in Shakespeare and Dickens

while taxing a use of the fuel to drive deep into education & transform legacies for others

My words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart I intertwine into ribbons like the ones worn by Birmingham’s four little bombed beauties

can’t adequately magnify the impact

Marian Wright Edelman’s Measure of Our Success,

Hillary Clinton’s It Takes A Village

Gordon Parks Life & Times photography

Walter Dean Myers All the books that make up all the stories that “we must tell”

These glass ceiling shattering legends have shaped my understanding of the struggles of the poor and forgotten

They have made clear that community, literacy, education, struggle, and voice stacks intrinsic value to the people far more precious than bottom line dollas and cents

My words, emotions, thoughts and even my heart I paint into a canvas like Kadir Nelson can’t illustrate the pain of

Beautiful, men, women, and children lacking purpose

Infant mortality rates soaring,

An illiterate generation

A college education is too expensive & not necessary lie

An it’s ok mentality because gatekeepers have defined it as so

My words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart I choir direct like an old time gospel can’t glorify

A passionate pursuit

An homage to God’s giftings

A Christ follower belief in being created for such a time as this

No!

My words, emotions, thoughts, and even my heart can’t express THE WHY I do the things I do so

I just get it DONE!

 

By: Robin Mile’ Pizzo ©2016

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