my DREAM

“my dream”

new poem

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my dream is that my people will finally become a nation

and submit to the Creator with such dedication

that it would be impossible to justify the injustice of denying us reparations

I dream that the government will be overtaken

by the kingdom

Lion

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Creativity

kuumba creativity

Intelligence and creativity is not dependent on social status. I have found that poor people are some of the most creative people simply because survival demands that they be. If we could focus our intelligence with clarity of thought and a unified interest our community could capitalize on our limitless creativity ~ KUUMBA

Who cares?

We have cried because past injustice has wounded our soul and pain expressed itself in self-destruction. Ours sons tears filled reservoirs until the levies cracked and unsurprisingly -NO ONE CARES- enough to repair the damage. The cracks in the levies broke flooding our homes, and drowning our communities, so we look for help in earthly authorities, but by doing this we relegate ourselves as refugees. When will we seek our Father who art in Heaven and take our rightful place as heirs to the throne and our proper identity as royalty. We are a people “set apart”, but when we ignore our father we join in with the children of disobedience and share in with their judgement. We bear a pain that cuts through our soul leaving scars in our heart’s infecting our emotions, relationships, self worth, self image, and Identity. The bitter oppression poisoned our minds that we inject into our children then re-inject into our communities with words, songs, raps, and poetry that turn into cycles of self destruction. Who cares: the One who sent His only Son to die for you, and I care enough to dedicate my gift to inspire you to live out the purpose inside your seed. Jesus Christ was a seed planted with tears and blood for you to be the harvest. We must repair the cracks or very soon we will look up to find all of our communities in disaster.