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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 brakesĀ 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.

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I Bit The Apple Too…(Excerpt)

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I bit the apple too Eve
Though this time,
The serpent,
Sat in my palms,
Follows me everywhere
That is anywhere,
On this green earth,
Makes me forever take for granted,
My gifts that was handed since birth,
Now this plants roots tied,
To a device,
I like,
I like to write,
I like to type,
Which leads to tweets,
I forgot to eat,
This video was cool,
Watch the same vine 20 times,
Lost more than a couple minutes,
Didn’t even notice.
Today I’m motivated,
Grab my phone,
Open app after app,
Where’s my focus?….(To be continued)

Something You Forgot.

So is this us and who we are?
Heard you lock the door,
Turn on the car,
Gone…
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,
Without me…
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.”

We Tend To Forget.

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Mama never thought she was naming a hashtag,
Naming a victim,
Naming another cause for the march ,
She never thought she was naming a headline,
Naming a subject of a CNN discussion,
Mama never thought she was naming another name to the list,
Mama took her time to create,
A name to be place upon a Queen,
Not a name all over the news,
Another grave for black youth,
It’s a shame,
Things we must remember,
Pain isn’t just in our black men,
But also within our women,
Mama we know this wasn’t the she deserved,
I share your pain through these words.

The Message.

IMG_0968They 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,
Black woman.

Numbers Lie?…

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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.

Sun Down.

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Sun down,
The moment my life becomes a novelty,
A beacon of hope starts to dawn on me,
I could never tie myself to poverty,
Lost pride,
Then found the God in me,
Young man learned when to let the father speak, Continue reading “Sun Down.”