So I’ve been quiet
Quiet enough to listen to my flaws,
To listen to my doubt,
To listen to my hunger,
Listen to it rumble throughout the silence,
Ever get that heart stopping,
Gut punch feeling like,
If this is it damn I ain’t do shit,
Do you love time enough not to waste it?
How far do you let a dream go before you chase it ?
Why stay tied to today’s social standards?
Who are you behind a twitter handle,
A instagram video,
Life can be over in a snap,
How often do you chat about that?
When do you break a cycle?
Stop living that live in your head,
& take some steps to get there,
All my goals are gold,
If I value it enough…
I’ve been so quiet,
Now when I speak you heard all I’ve learned,
You hear the levels of hunger in my voice,
My tone silences every whisper of doubt,
I been quiet too long.
My restlessness guided by my drive to change life in ways that may only exist as a dream. That’s usually how it starts right?…Anxious to create a future. Sixty seconds to me became as valuable as an hour. Echoing inside my head my grandfather “waste anything but time”. I caught myself thinking of the end as if I forgot death is guaranteed and to live is a choice. Once again I take my foot off the brakes and continue my drive. Cruising, knowing no matter which road I take towards my destination there are many others have tried to get to the same place…no matter if they took longer or made it quicker in the end they made it…as well as you will. Know when to stop for gas, watch for the ignorance of the road. Drivers that underestimate the importance of keeping your eyes on the road, one crash could leave you in the shop or worse. Always remember to keep your drive, you are your own brakes, you are your own gas. YOU ARE IN CONTROL….see you at the finish line.
You probably wondering where we go from here. Looking over the span of this past year, tired you are slightly. It takes a tough spirit to turn troubled times into progress. I’ve literally seen you travel to places you never been before. Lessons learned, homes for comfort you built completely destroyed. There was no other option other than a leap of faith or drown in doubt. “Should of left when the ink dries but you still write”. Push through hopelessness, keep moving during the moments everyone would understand why you quit. Continue reading “WordToSelf.”
Why do I appreciate the sunrise?
Just to ignore the moon fall.
Why am I thankful for today,
But fearful of tomorrow?
Why do I give hours to those who don’t love me?
And minutes to those I love.
So is this us and who we are?
Heard you lock the door,
Turn on the car,
The silence surround me,
Trying to find answers to your actions,
Not one thing in me,
Couldn’t find a reason for you to leave,
Our bond was everyday,
Not a day went by without me,
You touching I,
Who has your back like I do,
Continue reading “Something You Forgot.”
I don’t believe anyone was put on this earth to hurt anyone.
I don’t believe God put people in your life with the intentions to hurt you.
God is love.
This is where I believe free will comes into play.
People choose you hurt you.
People choose not to love.
Your hurt by people choices within free will.
What saves you from that?
They want you in fear,
They kill black men to grab your attention,
They take away your fathers and brothers,
They find the root of your support system and kill it,
They want you to fear giving birth,
They destroy the minds of growing black men so they have nothing to offer,
They tie your black men to a system that forever follows them,
So even when your black man wants to change…he can’t,
They kill us to break your heart,
They want to give you the fear to never experience this again,
They hope you choose not to birth and raise another black man,
They know the only way to get rid of us is to get rid of you,
This is the message they’ll attempt to send you,
If your argument is more whites are killed by police than blacks, I advise the white community to bring these situations to the light. To me that number means nothing, as humans we tend to know what we see and what we experience. You want us to believe you face the same issues we do? Show us and we’ll gladly fight for justice with you. White & Black hand in hand fighting for our rights. See when a black man is murdered by police we don’t see much frustration from the white community. We don’t see a white community that’s tired of the same issue. We see (not all) but plenty of the white community stand behind the police. When your emotions match the numbers maybe then that statistic may mean something … Until then #blacklivesmatter.
The moment my life becomes a novelty,
A beacon of hope starts to dawn on me,
I could never tie myself to poverty,
Then found the God in me,
Young man learned when to let the father speak, Continue reading “Sun Down.”