Holy Discomfort and Holy Disruption

Kiakiali Bordner

I'm too much of myself
Discomforting the privileged
in the name of wholeness
in the name of holy
Discomfort
in the name of holy
Disruption

I'm too much of myself
to be complicit
I know better
I lift my light
shake loose the comforted
Disrupt the stale status quo
of harmful culture

I know better
Disrupt the stale status quo
with words
with actions
some mumbled into my breathing
some simple as forgiveness
some hurled as curses and cries
some as complicated as Love
some woven as tightly as a shield
some in Community
some gentle as a prayer
some all on my own

I'm too much of myself
I bring
my sharp edges
my holy anger
my holy love
for the interconnected
holiness wholeness of all

I disrupt
the casual oppression
the covert slight
refuse the passive aggressive deflection
refute the excuse of racist ‘tradition’

no discomfort of the oppressor
matters here
Black lives matter here
Indigenous sovereignty matters here
the margins are the center here

I know better, I do better
sometimes I build
small bridges just so
between people
sometimes I draw closer
two disconnected circles
until their new Venn diagrams
create Community

dismantle harmful cultures
allow evolution
provide for the discomforted
shine bright
you know better
be explicit
together we are never too much

Disrupt
in the name of holy wholeness
Discomfort
in the name of holy wholeness
Bring all of ourselves
in the name of holy, of wholeness

 

Against a strong sun, the silhouette of a person in a strong stance with a raised fist.