The Thoughts

The thoughts in my head

I can recall it all

Numerous speeches

Rallies for a purpose

Pickett Signs

Microphone and 

Chants to change injustices publicized by the perverted media

In a week and half

no one remembered the purpose of the hoodies

the petitions against purposeful death upon another

the beaten

the forgotten

Attention span of squirrels 

the masses flock to the latest trends in everything

Clothing

Music

and even Injustices

I fear it

Knowledge will not be sought out 

if it isn't on television or the radio

Our intelligence will be one-sided

guided

and formulated by the ones who wish to keep us 

In Darkness

The thoughts the run  through my mind are often sad and longing

Praying that for once my people would see beyond materialistic gain and come together

to Improve situation

and give birth to a Modern Renaissance 

where we are our own

Intellectually

Artistically

Politically 

Mentally

These thoughts begin to creep into the future as I wonder what will become of my children

Will they know and understand Individualism

Pride

Love

Knowledge beyond a television screen

and music without lyrics

the appreciation of the stories of their elders

making food from scratch

a hymnal

Love true love not written books but expressed through courtship and friendship then

marriage

Will they remember me 

my teachings and concerns for them

or will I, when they are away from me, be the latest trend that they entertain for a spell

Will my love for my people and their success go unnoticed 

Will my babies be part of the problem that I fight for daily

The thoughts in my mind plague me

sleep has no home here

hesitancy has no food here

I wonder

Does the man the God says is out there for me know that I exist

Is he wondering about me

Does he love his people the way I do

Will he fight for them

Will he help them

Will he pray for his people the way that I do

Will he provide for me

Spiritually 

Mentally 

Physically

Will I appease him

be Supportive enough

Kind

Strong enough

The thoughts in my head

plague me

I do not want to be the latest trend

forgotten history

worthless

The Depths of HER

The depths of HER

Are endless..

Having no set destination of who she is to become...

It cannot be measured by her failures and successes,

Her tears that She cries nightly or the  smile she displays the next day,

Her struggles that appear deeper than any valley,

Her children's unchanging love,

Her lover's commitment

Her sharp intellect

Her curves, and there are plenty,

cannot begin to describe her existence

Her essence....

Her  purpose...

Complex and peculiar

She is infinite in emotions

For the depths of HER

are endless and cannot be measured by any one thing..

But Will always begins with a prayer.

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4

LLY

Idealistically you were meant for me

And together in my own fantasy you were happy there

But realistically you're in my dreams because you weren't meant for me I'm flesh..

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4

Scream Heartache

She screams....

As loud as she can and praying that the hurt will leave her heart quickly and painlessly.

She was vulnerable....again

Never sharing her body she shared more..

Her fears, her worries, her thoughts...her poetry..

And she screams..as tears of realization hit her and she sees that YES its happened again..

Her act of bravery...sticking up for her feelings she found out that

The sun who is she and the moon who is he could not eclipse because his orbit was around another planet...

And she screams...

And prays for her heart to remain soft as it tries to harden to protect itself.

She screams because she blames herself for feeling.....

And because she feels no anger and feels that she should...

The words

The simple kiss

The names of affection....

The conversation....

And only she fell....

As loud as she can she screams to prevent from crying because she can't hold in anymore...

She thought and felt different for once in a long time

And expressed this...

He let her....without saying a word of his truth.....

Vulnerable..she was.....

But still wishes him well....

But can't see the moon for the clouds...

She screams...

Experiencing every moment and feeling in order to tell....

She screams

As loud as she can praying that the hurt will leave her heart quickly and painlessly....

Because she never was in his

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4

Distant dreaming

Dreams of a distant past that I know nothing about attack my mind when I am most at peace.

Challenged, daily, with carrying out the vision at was so methodically planned out , I find myself lost in these dreams.

Not wanting to wake up to a declining society with no purpose or drive, I sleep....

And smile...

And I dream of distant instances when my black was a major offense and then I fall deeper...

Into a slumber where action for solutions came first

Instead of awake complacencies and oblivious dream catchers who know nothing of themselves, let alone their destinys.

As I ball up in the fetal position and get comfortable in my distant dream I soar through acts of unity and mutual understanding....no hesitations

Hoping that these dreams will materialize

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4

Mother Sun

The Sun....

Creeps over the horizon to slowly illuminate all that she nourishes....

Brilliant rays of intelligence she spreads them far and wide ...

Lightly kissing the skin of all who welcome her warm embrace

And does not block her....

Throughout the day she stays not the same shade but alters through time to allow her fairer children to be enlighten by her essence

That  is absorbed by only being near her for a second..

Knowledge....

And the sun leaves her best wishes with those kisses of well intentions that  bring out the vibrant colors of all her children's skin..

But

Through time..

The mother

The nurturer

Our Sun from the Son....

cannot plant the seeds of knowing without The rain....

The Sun....

As her tired rays' range of reaching grows shorter

She has become less effective on her own

Eclipsed by the moon of disrespect

Now burning her children's skin

Causing cancerous negative behavior to spread far

Replacing  all her good intentions with rebellion and the struggle to fill the space of that rain

Her bright rays flicker...

For without

Rain..

Man..

She cannot plant the proper seeds of knowing....

Alone

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2

Internal thoughts of a New Generation Sista

I fear for my generation and the ones that follow. I worry that as we get older we will no longer have respect for our historical legends and continue to live in utter oblivion. We won’t care about how the school book got to be in our hands or how we can move through our daily lives so freely. I am afraid. That my great grandfather’s stories and those of his class will be buried with him and his children. His venerable words will be lost on a split tongue and be.poked fun of rather than respected. I am afraid. Though we are not worse than before, we are at a standstill of mental progression because its not cool or the easiest thing to do. Be different. Girls and boys hold no respect for themselves or one another. Adapting the Cash over everything mentality, have we lost ourselves in things? Mindless possessions that can bring temporary satisfactions but when all goes away we have nothing to fall back on but our pampered butts.I am afraid. That as each historical legend passes away there is no one there to take their place to continue to create a history to be proud of. I belong to a generation who only cares for a struggle of its televised or worldwide..but have we forgotten Gil-Scott Heron’s words? A…the Revolution can still occur and need not be televised or glamorous because it should be real and on going…I fear for my generation…my heart bleeds when history is not a demand in our lives. We no longer want to seek future knowledge of our past in order to bring all that was right into our present to fix it. We must fix this. Or be forever lost. Forever searching for meaning and purpose in this life and the answer lies within us. I cry for my generation. I fear for my generation. But I also live for my generation.

Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2