WE ALL PERISH WHEN THE HATE SOME FEEL FOR A TRIBE OR SKIN COLOR OUTWEIGHS THEIR DESIRE FOR PEACE AND GROWTH
DO NOT RISK SPEAKING UP FOR THE SAKE OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS,
SHUT UP BECAUSE YOU HAVE SOME PRIVILEGE AND MIGHT LOOSE THAT OF GET CANCELED.
SHAME ON US ALL, MYSELF FIRST FOR WE HAVE ABANDONED OUR FUNDAMENTAL HUMAN DUTY; TO BE FRUITFUL, TO TAKE DOMINION, AND TO MULTIPLY
WE ARE ENGAGED GREED AND SELF PRESERVATION,
ALLOWING OUR LINES BE DRAWN OUT FOR US BY A CHOSEN FEW WHO SEEK TO PROFIT FROM OUR DEMISE.
WHAT A SHAME OF A PEOPLE WE HAVE BECOME.
SUCH AND OUTRAGE AS THE YOUTH HAVE NO VOICE OR OUTLET
THEY TELL US WE HAVE NOT ORDER TO DISTRACT US FROM THE ACTIVE LOOTING OF POLLUTING OF OUR RESOURCES
WE SEEK TO PROVE OUR STRENGTHS BY DEMEANING EACH OTHER, FOR DIVEDED WE ARE EASILY CONQUERED
THE HELPLESS BURN IN FIRES AND ARE MAIMED , LEFT FAMISED WITH THIER DIGNITY TARNISHED
THINGS HAVE FALLEN APART, NOT SO SURE THE CENTER WILL HOLD FOR MUCH LONGER
I WEEP FOR MY NATION
I WEEP FOR MY GENERATION
I WEEP FOR MY CONTRIBUTION OR LACK OF ONE
MY HESITATION TO GIVEUP MY STATION, TO JOIN IN THE CONVERSATION TO CHANGE OUR SITUATION
NO ONE WILL SAVE US BUT OURSELVES
NO CALVARY WILL RIDE DOWN FROM A HILL CHARGING DOWN TO SET US FREE
IF THAT HAPPENS IT MIGHT JUST BE JUDGEMENT DAY AND AND OUR EFFORT TOO LATE
The shackles and restrains on us are invisible But not invincible
We cannot be destroyed, but yet we are easily contained merely because we have no restrain over our desires
When it is all said and done, the man with the guy may live forever in the history books as the victor
It will not matter because we will not be alive to tell the story
This glory we so profoundly seek might be the source of our undoing
I once believed in equity. I woke up as a child daily believing that I would one day be a pilot or maybe a priest, taking my dreams to the skies, going into the stars to congregate daily
But life’s gravity, unjustly clipped my wings with the status quo and expectations set before my time fill me with limitations
The definition of success and its conditions
Redesign my choices or lack thereof
As I ponder on what my life is worth I ask myself a number of questions but the answers do not give solace
When was success ever the reason to live?
Was I put out on this earth to be a success or to live in a community with my fellow man and woman?
This competition I face daily creates a contradiction in my heart and mind, one that says I will be a success so as to be with those I care for, but that too must be a lie
For when I reach this imaginary milestone, those I care about may have checked out of this earth and gone back to where they come from
But more frequently the goal post is set a little bit further away and I am urged on to keep trying and maybe one day I will make history
What is history but his story?
Do we make it up as we go along, or do we live for the day with those who have been called kinfolk?
Folk tales by the moonlight enjoyed with those who once believed that together we all would ride the milky way
It has now changed to moments of comparison as to who has had the worst crash and loss in this imaginary market of stocks
We are interdependent on each other, which should not be a crime, nor designate us as weak; It is not failure to live and commune with one another. Vulnerability makes us reliable.
Look to the ants, they are small yet mighty they create and lift weights multiple times larger than they are biologically capable of because they depend on the strength of the community rather than the individual
Even the bigger beasts, the elephants and the lions, all see the value in community and herd
Our individualism comes from within, the union between our body, soul, and spirit “host spirit, and not a disconnecting from each other for all mankind comes from one source powered by the breath of YAH or JAH
In darkness, loneliness should be dispelled by the knowledge that community dwell around you
The voices of your neighbors should be soothing and not causing you to tremble for the fear of falling Victim of a crime
As I sit and share my notes to my pad, I realize that I too have felt sad ,and
had moments wherein in the end, the feeling of insecurity take over me preventing me from going out to make others glad
Sometimes the easy fix comes with the use of a black card swiping up debts to fill the emptiness depths
In the hope that getting the things I never had will fill the void of love I never got from my dad