What did you expect?

In a time where we care more about what goes on our bodies then what happens to them
When we care more about the next big thing
then what is going on in front of our very eyes
In a time and space when people sit waiting, waiting,
waiting for someone else to take the lead
cause you just “don’t want to be starting something”

In a time where our children are preparing for jail, or for hell, but not to excel
In a world that is filled with the bitter taste of hatred for your brother man
And you steadily trying to connive against that other man
When we care more about bombs exploding then we care about
the young child being exploited,
hot tears streaming down a silent and pained face and
we
do
nothing

In a time when we would rather burn flags in protest,
then offer that homeless man on the corner a blanket
because we feel he was just too
lazy
Well what did you expect to happen?
Of course the world is in shambles
We can’t expect the good to come when we as a nation cannot face the bad

Everyday
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
There is a young child born to a poor and single mother that can’t take care of herself, never mind her other five or six children
Or that young man that has implanted that seed of life yet he cannot grow from the absurdity of his mind, nor can he escape the prison of his defeat


Well what
did you
expect?


I can smell, feel, and hear sounds of a new force
Will this be the one?
Will you do something about it?
Will you stand up and claim what is yours?
Can you taste it?
The sweet calming spirit of a sweeping force that engulfs you and beckons you to just, start, something?
ANYTHING!

Let the fire ignite and burn into a MOVEMENT!
What do you expect to happen?
God willing….I expect a change is gonna come

In a state of disbelief, I hold the thought of Promise

Every day I look into their eyes
I feel their pain
I see their hurt
I see their future
My heart wants to grab them up and protect them from the world
To hide away until the world begins to flood with love
I pray for an everyday miracle
Something to eradicate the despair of our nation


Their eyes hold so much promise
Though some are abandoned by the masculine part of their blood
The breakdown of the black family
They stand strong together
They support one another in a physical and mental bond that I,
being one of their vessels into this world,
Cannot comprehend

The world today presents a horrible façade
Planes crashing into buildings,
Technology predators
Abusing our children and leaving them in depression
Feeling like they have to take the world into their own hands
Scheming ways to make money
Infecting the veins of our community
with poison, with their lyrics, in their pockets,
their inability to maintain the desire to succeed
With the mainstream media encouraging their every negative thought
Thinking it’s ok to be degraded, to be subjected to the cruelty of the races
To be sexual objects of obsession
Using what they’ve got to get what they want

But I am sure that underneath this lies the promise
Promise of success
Promise of hope
Gone are the guns that are placed between their small hands
Before they learn to walk
The thoughts of fast money, fast cars, and fast living
The smoke will clear,
From their lungs, from their minds, from their hearts
Let’s intoxicate their minds with wisdom, not with spirits
Our Black babies hold the future
We only need provide the torch