No personal journey is complete without a defining point. There has to be struggle in our lives in order for man to appreciate what it feels like to conquer life's unexpected challenges. So we rejoice after the accomplishments and seek shelter, as the outstretched arms of indulgence stands by unafraid. Which in terms, manifest itself in an illustration of a captive lifestyle set free. However, the answers haven't always presented themselves.
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.
Your article is also very well written and thought out. Yes, you are the result of your ancestors' grief. What Martin Luther King did was help bring about some freedom and dignity to a people long deprived. But his dream is not yet fulfilled, for as BF Skinner wrote in the early 1970s, we must get, "beyond freedom and dignity." We must get to the dream Martin Luther King had, with all of us on the planet as one, equally working together to solve the problems yet ahead.
Ron