Holler when you hear me. Better yet, stand still. Let’s come together then move forward. Step after step. Gathered thoughts, organized noise, shared vision. The potential can no longer be bottled up. We have to MOVE, people!
A stagnant mind means a shell of a body. Let’s learn to love life opposed to living as dead men and women. The tools we need are the struggles we face. The obstacles we encounter are the lessons that will propel us through life giving us the blueprint for success.
I sit and I hurt with the accepted defeat of many, the frowns that cover faces when disaster strikes if though the end of the world has come. For as long as we have breath in our lungs there lives the ability to BE!
This isn’t for the black man, the white woman, the brown brother, this is for all people. Our worst enemy is a separatist mindset. Differences in ethnicity, culture, economic means, political allegiance, what is it all for? A silenced hate manifests itself through the guise of politics and political rhetoric. The hatred has to cease.
We bear witness to a time unlike any before. A time when we are faced with greater degrees of oppression, extreme assaults on humanity. Not alone black-on-black crime or urban uprising, but state violence and the cold-blooded slaughter of the innocent and helpless in communities across the globe.
It is said that there are blessings in troubled times, however there are also moments when the hatred is so potent that the evil itself destroys everything it touches. I was told in order for us to exemplify the truth in which we were created, we have to brother, love a father; son, love a mother; sister, love a daughter; and so on. Not simply our own, but ALL!
We can go on for decades pointing out problem after problem, but when do we wake with the solution on our mind? And no, not everything means we have to stop sending jobs over seas, creating more jobs, or trying to agree if Hillary committed a crime through the use of a private server. Though these are great issues, what we need is L-O-V-E!
Just recently I saw footage of the million woman march from the confines of a federal penitentiary. Women all over the world coming together. This was something most beautiful. Women, your men would love to incorporate something just as beautiful, something just as powerful, the problem is there lives a million of men in prison as a result of mass incarceration. The remaining men have been nearly persecuted and are subject to the threat of prosecution if they dare demonstrate even the smallest hint of U-N-I-T-Y ! But don’t stop. Continue, for the next four years and after. Continue marching, continue bringing awareness to injustice. Our beautiful sisters in every shade symbolize the rib of every man. Men know how to touch. Women can make you feel. I felt you sisters. I felt the complexities of inequality.
I’m a black man, an incarcerated black man. So, let us fight! Fight together for ALL reasons and not just those which we believe affect us. Let’s fight for justice for all. Fight for what’s right and we can’t be denied, we can’t be labeled as disruptors, terrorists, hate-mongers, and such.
F-I-G-H-T for J-U-S-T-I-C-E!
F-I-G-H-T for L-O-V-E!