My Balloon Floats High

A poem about the issue of groups or classes of people allowing the discrimination of them to keep them from rising to their full potential. An observation from experience in workplaces and such of how minorities or any other class of people or group, often out of fear and not wanting to attract abusive attention...will shrink back on their shine, talent, voice, and abilities...in order to stay small...as to not draw hate from the "ruling class". It sheds light on how the individuals in these protected classes often do rise high in business, entertainment, media, medicine, law, academia, sports, and the like...is from their ability to block the lies and the denial of the ruling class that is put in images and words to affect our confidence and self-worth...those individuals never believe it, rise above it, and focus on the talents, abilities, and gifts they know they have within...and, therefore, their balloon rises to the heights they desire and beyond...for it is all about energy. If you keep the energy within on the level and in alignment with who God made you...rather than believing the lies meant to stop you from being the best you can...then whatever they think can't touch you because in this world we operate with vibrational currency...not social constructs...though they try to make us think we do...if you can produce an amazing feeling, product, service, or idea...you can rise financially...above all the bullshit...no matter who you are; no matter what industry you're in.