Buried footprints in the sand left without a trace -- destined -2- face this cold place after my Ancestors’ fates were given direct destinations -2- be taken 9,000 miles over seas, auctioned off, and put upon a plantation:
Agonizing cries, cause of separation between mother and child -- heads hanging down in the presence of Master’s eyes caused confusion -- Whipped backs caused delusional individuals to be set apart from the “good stock” while alcobulion rituals were secretly practiced out back; by the slave quarters -- Son’s and daughters danced ‘till the sun came up with just enough strength to muster with swollen hands that were demanded to pick cotton:
Funny, yet sad, how those beautiful, strong people were so easily forgotten -- the change, of course, throughout time is a constant reminder written on calendars, like: Columbus, President’s, Valentine’s, even Martin Luther King, along with many more days, but not one that represents Original People titles slaves, and ‘till this day we unconsciously play with the word N.I.G.G.A. Uneducated and baby sitted by society’s unfit -2- be taught by public schools bull-shit: Constantly finding ways to eliminate any race not fond of duplicating -- While implicating laws to save face of disgraceful taste programmed into the minds of us -- Considered a waste of time:
Someone once told me my story that bored me -- Uneducated was I of that story at a time in my prime when committing crimes -- Ignorant and blind was still I; “till I grew from beneath the concrete -- Not quite The Rose, but STILL I RISE; to any occasion worth or worth not educating hoping deaf ears -R- listening and allowing these WORDS OF WISDOM be programmed in UR Great Mindz…
Pleasure comes in the course of its own time and it brings me great pleasure standing in front of my sistas and brothas and sharing some equality I once selfishly considered mine…
And for the many lost souls-- Know that UR cries flow thru my veins creating transfusions to unconscious brains needed badly to be saved…
Remembering your trials and tribulations, the beatings, rapes, and hangings, along with unaccountable hours of picking cotton--
THAT YOU ALL ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…
No one ever listens and everything around me seems cold.
From the day I was born, I was torn from my mother’s womb. Entangled by her umbilical cord as if attempting my own suicide before life could even begin.
I remember when; that cold October day, the wind came in through broken windows, the winter’s frost covering old wooden floors, like icing on a birthday cake, I could only dream of having.
A skipped childhood led to the miseducation of a learned man, No sense of direction, blinded by my own reality in a place of comfort though bullets fly, innocent people die, drugs are rampant, little boys and girls are still invisible, and the abnormal has become the new normal while solutions lay dormant.
The cold concrete bricks that have engulfed my dreams, I do not blame.
The teachers that never heard my silent cries, or paid attention to the make-up of a young boy hiding under the mask of many, or the coldest of people who stepped on mother’s hands when held out in hopes of feeding her hungry children, I do not blame.
This world I know has never been warm, or forgiving, or handed me chances. This world has taught me no empathy but instead how to keep my arms closed when my own daughters and sons waited for their hugs like the birthday cakes I still yearn to have yet never received.
Now that I have your undivided attention and my mind has been exposed, and the silence of my cries have been laid upon ears who know how to love, how to care, and how to shhhhhhhhhhh…
There is still hope even for a heart that has forgotten how to bleed.
But for now, it’s still pretty cold. Does anyone have a laugh, an imaginable hug full of hope or maybe, just maybe, you can simply look to the person next to you and warm this world one smile at a time.
Antiques are my favorite…
But can be very expensive and,
Costing you a bundle - hence my
Determination to shop smart whenever
Engaging myself with the ones who will sell
For just the right price … The goodies
Go fast!! So one would definitely
Have to be an early bird,
In order to catch the worm……. I
Just so happened to be one of those
Kind of individuals who truly enjoy, and
Love rising with the morning sun, I’ve
Mastered the art of knowing what to look for,
Now!! More than ever before… I
Operate off a great cup of coffee before
Parting ways with my wife who,
Quickly grabs me by the shoulders to
Remind me that tonight’s my night to
Sit in at our son’s P.T.A. because she won’t have,
Time - due to her hectic schedule……… She has this
Unique way of showing her love and affection… I
Visualize often of where I’d be without her, or where I may have ended up even… I’m no
Xen when it comes to utilizing God giving me time to teach our youth, it ends my day with a peaceful Zazen……
Just because the shoes are off
And all is at a standstill
And whispers can be heard for many miles
In the silence,
Doesn’t mean the race is over.
Sometimes, Hell can become an illusion that prepares us for what is to come…
To be swallowed by our own iniquities
Is equivalent to being engulfed in flames
While gazing down into an empty hole
With no bottom,
Yet left with the chance
To walk the straight and narrow…
Most of us choose to live our entire lives in the darkness
When the light was always one step away
Do not judge me by one look,
But instead capture the moment in its entirety
And you will then realize that I’m just a child having fun!!
And not to mention, getting full off watermelons.
Here I sit, staring out of a broken window while silently comparing it's shattered frame 2 my own soul....
My heart, saddened and deeply torn when hearing my daughters pain through an e-mail sent. My feelings have become a spiral of emotions gone out of control!! Questions began 2 formulate in my mind "like" why do good things happen 2 bad people, and bad things happen 2 the good?
So many understanding questions are really misunderstood because not all things are meant 2 be known but instead, "only felt". Watching the news, I seen a teen get shot in cold blood!! because he refused to stop walking away from a situation apparently thought 2 be deemed unsafe. But the killer on the other hand, "you know", the man with the loaded gun and taser by his side, with a badge 2 hide behind took his punishment in stride when found "NOT GUILTY" of this horrific crime...
Many hearts are torn while a mother mourns as a piece of her withers into the wind. At the same time the one who committed the sin sits happily at home with family and friends while laughing and having a good time!! Till tomorrow, when a new day begins...
How could something so tragic actually happen 2 an individual with a 4.0 grade average by an uncaring, heartless savage, the world will never know???
Why do good things happen 2 bad people, and bad things happen 2 the good? I guess this is a question that only "God" can answer, while in the meantime will remain a question, "that's never been understood".......