I hurt from the pain I see.
I can’t stop these tears that awash my face.
There is a terrorist attack happening,
And It’s on my people.
My people are being
Treated like animals,
Treated as If we don’t exist,
As If we don’t matter.
I am lost,
I am somewhere.
My body longs for freedom.
To soar above the clouds,
Away from oppression,
Away from man.
I long to call for help,
To call a SOS.
But the people I would normally call,
In a time of need,
Are intent on persecuting me.
I see no win.
I see no escape.
I feel my people’s pain.
I hear their cry.
Will the Pharoahs of the world ever let us out of our bonds?
How long before God hears our prayer?
I am even being hunted in God’s sanctuary!
When will my people find release?
When will my people ever be avenged?
“I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fightin’ you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won’t even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won’t even stand up for my right here at home.” -Muhammad Ali
So I have some things to say.
Today in sunny northern california (Vacaville to be precise) my sister was driving towards the local grocery store. My mother sent her to pick up a couple of items. After dropping me off at the gym, she went on her journey to the store.
My sister later narrates that she saw a parking space near the front. So she turns on the signal, and drives to pull in the parking space. My sister stops the car, and calls out to the driver when he steps out of the car. She says, “Sir, did you not see that I was pulling in?” The older white man walks toward my sister and starts to yell at the top of his lungs. These are his words precisely;
“You nigger bitch! I can take what I want! What are you going to do about it Nigger Nigger Nigger!” My sister tells me that she is so shocked that she is staying in the car trying to calm down. Others are staring, and she is becoming more agitated and embarrassed. She comes home and tells my mother, father, and me what had happened.
Afterward she comes and sits by my side, and just keep shaking her head. She looks at me, and I know what she wants to say. I can see it in her eyes. They are saying why? Why would someone approach me like that?
People like to choke things up to road rage, people losing their temper, and saying things out of context.
But I’m not.
When I’m angry at a white person I don’t start yelling derogatory names like, “cracker,” or question your family lineage. So why should you do the same.
I’m sick. I’m sick and tired of hearing this still going on. I’m sick and tired of it being 2015, and people still think they have a right to talk to my younger sister that way. It gets old.
“I don’t think an hour would hurt…” -Christina Aguilera (Morning Dessert Intro From Bionic CD)
Firstly I know that I can be late to some things but have you heard this song from Christina’s Bionic album?
Well you need to get on it.
Anyways as I was listening to the song (And it’s lovely sexual undertones) I was thinking:
It’s time to join the real world.
You see, I came home from college, and learned some things. One of the many lessons I learned was everything is never as it seems. I came believing one thing but was completely blindsided. As I mentioned in a previous post (yesterday’s) you need to already be prepared for anything that comes,(good or bad) and be able to not only make yourself happy, but realize that people may not see you or a certain situation a certain way.
Sadly I did not feel this way last year. Even though I preached one message, I still felt that I would have that human savior that would work as my Clark Kent no matter what.
What girl wouldn’t?
However my eyes were opened,messages were revealed (good and bad) and I didn’t know how to handle them.
I’m so glad that I’ve come to these realizations. Maybe it was meant for me to learn these lessons. Maybe it was meant to be dealt with before the new year. Whatever the case, I am now, and will forever be;
There’s a road
that’s stretched ahead.
and I stand here waiting instead.
Feet planted firmly,
thoughts running surely,
yet I feel curly,
in the recesses of my mind.
I try to find,
a way to unwind,
to not drink this wine.
So I get in the car,
driving away from the bar.
Running from feelings, urges that
as if i’m trying to catch that star.
don’t leave me be.
I need you.
I beg, and plea.
If you leave I’ll go on another horrible
One that will surely make you disagree.
Be my czar,
take the key and lock me afar.
leave me in the fields raving like a banshee.
I was supposed to leave,
be on I-5 by 5.
but I stand here,
filled with fear,
won’t you help me dear?
-N.R.W. (Day 4 or is it 5? of poems)