suffer

Why do people suffer? I am not sure there is an answer for that. At least not one that soothes my soul. It seems to manifest on every corner as people have ended up in places of pain. I can't justify pain. So, I am not content with personal choices and accountability being the hallmark of why things work for me and maybe not for others. There is nothing special about me. It is precisely this myth that allows for me to sleep through the pain emanated from street corners .

craziness

There is craziness in that cleaned up spills still leave the residue of stains. Some stains remain ingrained in the fibers. With every fiber I struggle to remain hopeful. Hoping that eternal tales of a better life are not more lies that serves as a subsitute for present day change.

conquered land

It is difficult to live on someone Else's soil. You see at times it feels like blackness is forever homeless. Are we doomed to be nomads? I crave soil that feels familiar, that loves me. Am worthy to be loved? Or will the stories I have been told about blackness confine me? It can be so confining looking for free territory in conquered lands. As those lands are littered with the landmines of indifference. Even the language of god seems to be filtered through white ink and as it dries on my backdrop the question becomes how could I not love them? How could not covet their privilege? How could whiteness not become the dominant themes that set the tone for what I define as acceptable?

Silence

Damn! Who knew that silent words could be louder than uncontrolled screams? As silence has become the drug of choice for those addicted to the narcotic of cowardice. Silence is the new politically correct and indifference and apathy are the tunes that shuffle through our Ipods. I pause, and crave a time when silence was not so cultivated. When people words were formulated to ferment revolution not navigate and nurture their narcissism. Damn, when did silence become fashionably attire? More importantly when will the season change? When will voices rise in unison to detest the course we have taken? When will voices be used as more than instruments that trumpet I? I wonder, there is no self-righteousness in my tone. I feel like I am just tone-deaf because I am tired of the silent tracks that dominant the American Playlist.

When did we become Enemies?

It seems that, as time goes by, women and men have become more adversarial in their relationship. I am simply questioning, "when did the shift happen?" When did it become a percieved battle between the sexes as opposed to a collective struggle for equality? We have been asleep at the wheel and allowed for destructive ideologies to enter our communities. Ideologies take us away from each other and interject us with a bitterness towards each other. It is no wonder that relationships seem to be a thing of the past. Along with the idea of a good man or woman, or simply the notions of the simple.

Exit signs

It is sad that our comically short attention spans cannot span the length of a commercially As commercially created conflicts confine us from the truth. What is the truth? The truth is that we seem to be asleep at the wheel as we drive towards destruction. The question is are we to drunk off ignorance to be given keys to drive. I would love to see us drive towards freedom but at times I feel like a backseat driver unable to divert the reckless course capitalistically approved designated drivers. Where are the exit signs on the freeways of oppression? Or are we simply forced to play the role of spaced out children who do not wake up until the car stops? When will the car stop? When we need vehicles be built that can transport us to happier times. I long for those days. Let's Get Free!

Resistance!

Can we even think critically? Or have we had our capacities drained to the point where consciousness can only survive at the surface? Where simplistic motivational phrases receive our approval but substance is ignored or is simply to complexity to digest? Does the pursuit of truth still matter or have we simply chosen the path of least resistance hoping to indulge our narcissism with trinkets of vanity? Is freedom still valuable or have the chains of conformity become permanent pieces of our attire? I guess I tire of the domination of evil as much as tire of seeing the SEC in the BCS championship game. I long for legitimate forms of resistance to the evils that plague humanity. I long for us to dig deep and wrestle with historical questions that should leave us uneasy. It should not be easy to ignore the suffering of our fellow human beings. In their suffering we should see a responsibility to do something. Or at least the undying urgency to alleviate that suffering with every fiber of our being. It is not about being able to reason away oppression. It should be about using our lives as testaments to the reality that the persistence of evil has not weaken our will to resist. Resistance now! Resistance forever! Let's Get Free!

Accidental Indifference

I think at times it is difficult to recognize our indifference. We are lulled to sleep with the necessity of living our lives. Living our lives to the point where we reject the bigger picture. Where the tragedies of oppression and injustice become normalized through the instruments of the powerful. As they  seek to desensitize us to the tragedies that take place on the larger stage. I do not feel we are indifferent intentionally, but we must recognize that as we are immersed in the daily complexities of living life that the bigger picture is frightening. The possible escalation of war in Syria is one issue that deserves more of our collective attention but I am sure the Mayweather vs Canelo fight or Manziel versus Alabama hold more importance in the lives of many. This is not me chastising others for where they choose to divert their energies. No, I am simply saying that when we divert so much of our time towards that which could be viewed as trivial we have the possibility of becoming indifferent to the things that impact lives. Lives must be more valued than they our and when we vicariously immerse ourselves in the spectacle of distraction we may be distracted away from the real tragedy of where our society is going. Let's Get Free!