Over  the  past     few  years  I've  struggled  every  way imaginable. So many different trials and tribulations continue to have their way with me.  I truly believe  that  adversity  seldom  attaches  itself to  the  consciousness  of  a man who has given up  on  life  And  for  the most  part ,  equality entirely overstates the stereotypes , which  limit  its  vision  too  narrowly  when  compared with  the complex  properties  associated  with  the  commingling  of  a variety of  people. So I conveniently confide in a theme  that protects me under a color of universal law, that I inherited  through the  pain of  my  ancestor's  grief.

There is a distinct difference in my mind governing tradition and the truth. Yet, we have a problem understanding the answer to most of our problems lies with our misguided youth. Too often are we manipulated by society’s external perceptions of what’s deemed to be right? But  to  what extreme  would  you   be   willing   to  travel, to  extricate  the  secrets  that  binds us  together  in  a  separate, but  equal,  state  of  perpetual  ignorance .

I for one, will never feed into its scheme, by blaming the very thing I have been  taught, or become infected or enslaved because  I'll never  be betrayed and end up lost. But by force of wind, I sometimes forget the right thing to say, so in the privacy of my shelter I often kneel then close my eyes and pray. Asking God for a reason or at least, a glimpse into the cause. While I sit here doing time... doing nothing at all. There are times I pier into the night and end up walking through the dark alone aimlessly. Shall I be forced to testify on that which I recall, or be threaten by a distant call to be free?

This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., for his service and commitment to fighting for what he believed in.  It is entitled: "BURY ME FREE"

 Dress me

In a suit of armor

Worthy of my grave

Comfort me

With the attention

Undeserving of a slave

Don't judge me

On my defiance or

For my relentless pursuit

Or despise me

For the hate that caused

Another Black man to loot

Just give me

My due respect

You don't have to be afraid

And remember me

To be something more

Than another figure betrayed

All I ask is to be happy

In the last days

Of my quest

And shower me

With the blessings

Of your undying wholesomeness

Don't spite me

Insufferably on some street corner

In the hood

Just bury me free

In hollowed ground

Beside the Brothers who understood.