We equate injustices to skin color, wealth, and privilege; we equate injustices to anyone in power abusing that power. What about those using their power to lift or assist? The wealthy white man that has donated funds to a poor black community; the police officer that solved crime after crime, bringing multiple families closure; the handsome young man that took the school nerd to the prom, sacrificing one night of his life to change a young lady’s life. What happened to the acknowledgments of those sacrifices? Funny?! We can say police officers are bad, wealthy white men monopolize the world, or all men are dogs, but we can’t say drug dealers don’t have hope, poor people put themselves in poor positions, or all women are conniving. We always say if they are already beat down why beat them down more. But, we can rob people in authority of their position by generalizing them with the bad seeds in their status club. Think about this….injustice is also pulling someone down because you aren’t willing to climb!!!!
I am one bullet away from my height, one inch away from stating my truths to someone that wants me to lie down, and say nothing. I risk breath for faith on a day to day basis, saying what others wish they had to courage to say. The ears can’t deafen, when they see someone whom presence makes them go blind. I am one stab in the heart from losing someone I Love deeply because they were too shallow, to address where their loyalty truly lives. I call them out because they were too busy trying to answer my tone then receiving my intentions. We hung up the relationship and we are on hold, looking for someone worth talking to. I am one person away from getting thrown under the bus because being blunt has been weeded out by everyone that smokes the theory that the fittest will only survive if they run others over. I attempt face to face knowing it’s coming back different….i am one pushed up daisy away from being remembered by millions of flowers on my casket, but at least I know I planted seeds that will grow from the soil I planted them in….Progress will never die!!!!
The Birth of a Nation….
My village is drowning in their tears as we watch our ancestors being treated as property. Black Women being raped, black men being beaten until they are broken, and white people are outraged because the oppressed have the audacity to apply pressure. It was a graphic reminder of how much of our blood filled American soil. It was a reminder of why it’s so important for us to plants seeds, so that blood is now used to donate to the survival of our race. I received the message, One injustice will multiply into several, which in turn will turn rocks to pebbles. I will yall with this: “Remember, A united front will die to defend what’s behind them”
I can’t dream anymore because everyone is sleeping on the possibility of happiness. I can’t trust your heart beat because through your walls, you learned how to control that. Your loyalty can be measured, because you’re always sizing up who’s doing what for you, but not giving your all. I can’t dream anymore because most people have decided that LOVE is but a dream in this reality….
Woke up with thoughts running through my heart. My passion is always connected to my first waking moment. I pop out of bed; knowing the village I have, knowing the happiness of the life I created for myself, understanding I can stand still and Love surrounds me. Yet, I have the urge to open my mouth and challenge others to fight for pleasures I have acquired. So, I risk being tuned out, to reach one ear, that will accept joy and stability into their hearts….
Social media isn’t the problem, the problem is how people use social media. I connected with old friends, met new ones, read things that gave me food for thought. I have spread a message, received messages, and watched videos that inspired me to be and do more. Yet, we blame social media because some people use this tool to bully, destroy relationships, and spread hate. When are we going to stop blaming the invention and make people accountable for their misuse of the invention….
The blood decides to surface, people are starting to take notice of lifeless bodies on the pavement. They see their children, fathers, and in some cases mothers dead. They call for justice, but the call goes straight to voice mail, so they post video after video to leave a message. It excites so many to form an opinion but that’s where a lot of it stops. Opinions, because everyone is entitled, right? What’s needed is a leader Charismatic enough to unite every voice that truly believes enough is enough. But, I forgot we are too busy having our own mind, or being comfortable in our own skin, to go back to having strong leaders again. One voice that can speak for a crowd of millions, one voice that has millions gathered outside of a police station, while they stand with one mic, speaking words of a silent background. They would hear this person because their numbers are strong, and they have command of the masses who follow. But, we have lost such leaders, because everyone has an opinion, and actions are dying because no one is listening anymore….We need Leaders and people who are unafraid to follow those leaders into a cause, just because, we are tired!