Monday, August 25, 2008

I have to...

I have to…

Why is my life any more valuable than those of the slain? The streets… this is the 2nd coming of sorts. The dark ages revamped and remixed for the 21st century… lonely times bodies line blocks covered with white sheets on black tar soaked in blood sweat and tears of those who weep… wet cheeks of those who cry but how long will the R.I.P shirts go worn when another shattered body is laid down to rest almost daily? The majority of dreams fall short, pushed back, slowed then finally halted in the graves of every major city in the US… and what makes my dreams any more potent or protected? Why should I prevail where so many others failed? Because they didn’t make it so I must I wont be another statistic to fall face down body riddled with piercing words stuck to the pavement.

 

I was born, called and answered… since the womb prepped to achieve, Me = blessed… talented the ability to express where others struggle to just barely let lungs compress and expand resulting in the cause and effect of exhale and inhalation which we call breath… Never will I let any trip, stall, or hold me down he built me up from clay and breathed life so that I could have the free will to be who I am every life given the choice separating humanity from animals despite the recent belief that blacks were lower than the molecular composition of the canine genes we have evolved and battled to reverse the views of this world by leaps and bounds with our own contributions to history as well as in 2008 with the first black presidential candidate and lord willing the first African American president in November.

 

 I myself have strikes again me in society as a black male under 25 where this economy is faltering to a rumored recession I will make that my strength I refuse to be a modern day slave working 50 years for a fraction of the revenue net worth of some billion dollar company ran by old money white collars. I am determined for greatness to achieve it. It took time for the sun to pierce my lids and my mind cleared of the constant failure fed to me that I will never become anything that I wasn’t focused enough my attention span too short if I didn’t want to then I wouldn’t do. I am thirsty now parched for life and the only way I will achieve is to get it myself my first milestone accomplished I made it passed 18.

 

I thank every teacher who said I had potential and even more those who said I won’t ever result to anything. I thank my parents for pushing me for never giving up for the times where I said I didn’t care, why try? When all my life seemed to be a struggle but look how much I’ve already accomplished… I thank my siblings for setting examples to Jasmin for being there for me every step of the way my partner in crime… 20 years later we’re still here, always keeping me level uplifting me and encouraging me that I can do it I’m not there pop it but I’m on my way.. to my friends you know your names no need to shout out your already tagged… and a special thanks to the doubters, haters, nay sayers... Without you I wouldn’t be as strong as I am today… So why will I achieve? Because I have to…

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