Third times the charm…
running back and forth to my cooing bundle of life in the bedroom for what feels like every 20 minuets from my spot on the couch
i am more than awake
past the point of consciousness i feel as though I am drowning in a sea of overstmulation
i cant sleep
when i sleep im awake
thinking about everything and anything but at these hours my stream of thought is inclined to the more serious topics. one of them being
why is it that in this country we make strides to equality only to suffer the repercussions of wanting it?
We Are Dying
if not by our own hands than by those sworn in to protect and serve
how can i protect my little life form in the other room? He is all aspiration and unfathomable possibility. He is new life. He is joy. He is all best wishes and hopes. He is a blessing. He is the future.
the promise of life is not a guarantee
We Are Dying
as it remains there is an inability to make a movement mobile; without the necessary tools we are walking in quicksand till our last breath.
i dont want my son to be subjected to another mans hate because of the God given tone in his flesh
i dont want my son to be treated unjustly because of another persons nonacceptance of their own self worth. Nonexistence of self love. because in order for there to be progress we all must start with ‘i’
to hate one another is in essence to hate ourselves at the very core
When i look at my son i see the love and blessing that propels me into life
how then can you not see my son and think of how much life it took to make such a being
how can you not look at him and see yourself?
see the little boy or girl within yourself needing nothing but love and nurturing from a world promised to be some kind of utopia of opportunity and tolerance.
How would it make you feel if everything you thought you knew was all a lie? There is no tolerance, just tons of qualifiers.
Never has this been felt on a level such as this before.
Never have i ever been a Mother
never have i fathomed fearing for my sons life here in this country
here on the steet
here in my home
here at church
here at school
here at the store
here at restaurants
here at coffee houses
here at the gas station
here at the gym
here at work
here at the bank
here at this Place that promises life in exchange for freedom
if you look like this you dont matter
if you speak like this you dont matter
if you live here you dont matter
if you are black you dont matter
if you are brown you dont matter
this is the message the World tells our beautiful children. encouraging them to blindly trust all the while loading the clip
the morning has me up with nightmares of my Reality.
insomnia is realizing how sleep you really were
ignorance isnt bliss yet it is the only bliss some will ever have
self-love is the only way out.
Sounds: KOD|J. COLE