In a world divided by paper, how can we sit complacent and demand revival.
When beautiful trees find themselves buried underneath concrete words of hate, how do we figure tomorrow we will have hope to breath in.
The soil has been stained with blood, harvested with the sins of false faith.
Following the shine of fallen stars only leads us deeper into the same black hole.
So many are willing to sacrifice Mana for fast food, allowing our souls to die.
Knowing all too well, they offer drinks from an ocean that leaves a seemingly unquenchable thirst. ©jdj 2017
For Black History Month I thought I would share something I wrote as a teen, that entails my experiences…
So is this really my culture to bear,
just because I am the only black man in the room – does not
make me a shadow.
My voice sounds like a whip
my walk is an echo of every march to unify our Nation
my tears are rivers that lead from captivity to equality
and when you see me –
I am still just a wish never dreamed of
a thunderstorm you long to drive through
yet safety is found under black roof tops that shelter you from
So I stand in every room
Cracking my whip across misled perceptions
because being black is not a conception to be used to be
it means the scars that have been covered by progress
are not to be forgotten
the sting of once open wounds has not dissipated
Within our hearts we relieve the triumph of everyone who
spoke and died for us
So this whip I swing back and pray you feel it snap across your conscious. That being alive, is being human
that is what we are all struggling to be,
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So is it ok that I let things come between us, no. Is it ok she let things come between us, no. We were victims to fear, to doubt, to temptations of the world. Those things are no longer what holds us back, now we are held back by pride.
I have prayed, I have let go and my pride will no longer take rule in my life. In the life we share together, which stands at this point as parents looking out for the best of our babies.
Now we fight for eachother, at least this is the stand I am taking. Because, we do not have to be married to have a solid foundation of trust, respect, honor, commitment or faith. We do not have to be intimate to pass these moral compasses on to our babies, or to those who have or will find their way into parts of our lives.
So from here on out, I am praying for you, for us….
So we are overcoming today. Overcoming the fight that has overflowed into other areas of our life. I hate,is a strong word, I wish yet I hate the impact of fear and pride and stubbornness on our lives. I am saddened that aspects of this battle will scar my kids.
I beg and plead for a resolution, a moment of clarity. I ask if we can work as one….yet I am met with this rage.
So I pray that the Lord will grant us understand ing and peace. It doe
sn’t matter how much I sacrifice for her, for them. She has one agenda, to make sure I stay broken. At moments I want to lash out in the manner, spouting hurt and anger. I just want to treat her the same, yet, I can’t. I always think….what if my babies see. I want them to know better than my past….then our mistakes.