On Feb. 19th, spoken word artist Uni Q. Mical joined UUS:E in worship.
See video here: Uni Q. Mical at UUS:E
In response to our February ministry theme of “restlessness” she wrote and presented the following poem.
restless sleepers (the motion picture).
THIS IS DEDICATED
to the touch screen generation
whose stretch of imagination
is mastered in megapixels
and clustered onto google pages
never look you in the eye in conversation
til they update their status on their thoughts,
verbatim. the cadence
of a drone, dripping from cellular phones
an omnipresent reminder that GPS will guide us home
to our parents,
who make up this society
riddled with restlessness,
aching with anxiety
whose belief in ourselves
is as long as the song our thumbs sung
to these screens
with no thought process
to where these iPhones come from:
factories with no rest allowed,
14 hr workdays, driven to pressure bouts
gotta meet that demand that only the West allows
would rather jump off a bridge than make another gadget
but we grasp em
too far gone to gaze around at Earth’s magic.
What are our passions?
walking roads less traveled, or climbing corporate ladders?
so many distractions
it drowned out our heartbeats
so our true selves we fear to fathom.
seek happiness thru plasma TVs
who abuse us as consumers
convincing us we’re never good enough
for our own body, mind, or bloomers
diagnose us with the latest disease to hit the market
so we can have an excuse for just why we see ourselves so harshly
instead of putting our mental cars in park
& departing from our darkness
our minds race at the speed of internet
cramming our psyche into characters,
with stress that eats our intellect
But who says this is what we should be?
from dawn to dream, we’re in a hurry
crossing off a shopping list
of all the things that keep us worried
from your bulky stomach
to that friend you confronted
to the magazine ad with the shoes you never wanted til 10 minutes ago.
to what new celeb just had a baby
to will i ever be famous? it’s lookin more like MAYBE
if our vehicles need a tune-up,
our souls are overdue inspection
we’re individuals who make up this mass collective
but each person in this group
spends more time second guessing
than believing in our POWER
to topple a system that convinced us we’re infected
for thinkin of the good of the people before the profits,
for knowing 9-5s don’t contribute to our self-knowledge.
for the cost of living changing, but not what’s in our wallets
when CEOs get paid billions for all the work done by the “bottom”.
for standing with uprisings
of people who are more than “equal”
who know we’re people of the sun
and our light is never see-thru.
for those who’ve historically wronged this earth,
its citizens, its water
you can’t charge us for the only fluid that knows no borders.
pumpin foods with chemicals FDA’s too corrupt to regulate
how many fast food burgers does it take to send us to heaven’s gates?
convince us we have issues, and tell us to medicate
got hundreds of pills for all us living in a restless state
yet we’re still not fully healed, choose to keep our wounds concealed
but there ain’t a single prescription that will cure us of this fight
for harmony and peace
such dirty words, diseased
but these were granted to us by the universe for LIFE
we live within a system that oppresses all us within
and thinking differently could make you a memory
but right now, we’re re-righting history
snatched the pen out the victor’s hands
included all of us that aren’t just straight, white, rich, or man
and we will live to speak of a new millennia
where the strength of six billion folks
used our bare hands and lifted up
this earth from off her knees
told her to stand still, it’s time to BREATHE
shook us all to our inner core
turned off the TV, computers, phones
and listened to our souls,