ONE QUESTION FOR TRAYVON

America, supposedly

The land of the brave and the free

But I know it as the land of this mystery

Of how that night, my murderer was allowed to go home scott free

And now, on CNN they speak of his family

Trying to rebuild his credibility

When it was I that was sent to heaven prematurely

And where I met so many other brothers like me

That had somebody remake their destiny

While our mothers still cry on their knees

Asking, Oh God why my baby!

And they are told that we should not have dressed, walked or talked suspiciously

And it fails to cross their mind, that I did not know this dude

Coming up to me with an attitude

Waving a gun

To my mother’s son

Asking me questions

Out to teach some lesson

It’s crazy

Suspicious is how he looked to me

Now I can only watch over my family

Since I am unable to be with them physically

I’ve had so many visitors to my grave

And still no arrest has been made

For Justice

I pray that my mother does not hold her breath

Because if she does, I fear beside me she will rest

For my life, I too had plans

I just don’t understand

Of how that bogus feeling of being superior

Infects an entire race like cancer

And no one has, yet, given me an answer.

Marvin Gaye once asked, “What’s going on?”

But all I want to know is…

America, what’s wrong?

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Here I am again,
At that very place that always seems to catch me by surprise.
Where my present joy and bliss
Are demised.
Because the couple, pain and unhealed wounds, shows up never allowing a chance to be missed.
The pain that is so easily, temporarily forgotten by something 35Proof
Better known as my fix.
Unhealed wounds always managing to crack and bleed, itch or just irritate me at the worst time.
Scars of which are so familiar, that of my own eye are blind.
It is as if my mind does a background check on me
When ever I feel empowered, happy, and free.
Then sends me a subliminal message that reminds me
That I should not feel that way based on my history.
And no matter how much make-up that I apply,
I will not feel like that beautiful woman in the mirror looking back at me inside.
Because like water is to a sea,
Hurt and resentment flows through me
And they run deep.
This was me. Hurt to the core.
Until I finally said,
"I have had enough! No more!
Of this illness, I will now write myself a prescription for a cure."
Then I called on the Lord.
This time I know God appointed me here.
Of another disappointment, I have no fear.
I am ready to face my past.
Away, all that hunts me, I cast.
No more raining on my own parade.
Life is to live and to love. I am no longer afraid.
If my obstacles did not kill me, I will allow nothing to hinder me of living my destiny
Of loving to live, living to love, and living to give.
He found me fit to be saved.
So I must give Him all of the praise.
Now I am certain that I will never end up at that place
Where my past frightens my current joy away
Ever again.
All because I had a meeting with my hurt and fears face to face,
Said all there was to say,
Got on my knees to pray,
And learned how not to be my own enemy but how to be my best friend
Until the End.

Never Ending Journey

Back in the day, no one could have told me

That I would not solve this mystery,

Of figuring out just who and what I wanted to be.

Not knowing I could become whoever I wanted to see

In the mirror.

But as I get older

It becomes a lot clearer

To me

That I am empowered to grab a hold of my destiny.

And if I am not continually growing,

I do not have the victory.

Celebrate each accomplishment.

But do not become complacent

With whom you are in that moment.

Because as long as your body has breath

You are always changing, even as you rest.

Now it’s funny to me of how

I used to walk around with my head held down.

As if there was no air in my chest.

As if I wasn’t as good as the rest.

Searching for approval with those in the same ship as me.

Blinded to the fact that I am the only artist that molds the clay that makes me.

Thanks to those whom encouraged me to see

That the decision to become who I am now and will be

Does not come with a cost of selling myself out.

But without a doubt

Is free.

Who I am now and later is up to me.

And discovering myself

Is a never ending journey.

I SAY

Trials and tribulation build character
THEY say.
But just who the heck are THEY?
What if ones trials are too great
For ones state of mind
That is, for that time?

And what if ones tribulations only contribute
To the manifestation of a bad habit
That has been passed down
From generation to generation.
Every bad experience does not necessarily
Has some signification.

I am tired of hearing,
"You go through things to make you stronger".
Sometimes crap happens!
And wears you down.
AND, to this world, reflects a person
That has lived double the number of years,
Or even longer.
AND creates that little girl with a mind
Unable to mature, who flaunts her body and
Gives herself freely
Ignorant of her self worth.
AND molds young and old men
Committing senseless crimes
As if it's a curse.
Whom, of which, to reason or ration is blind
And who are crying out for help
But is only as loud as a mime.
AND I'm struggling to stay conscience of
How much liquor I be guzzling.
Because, I am the greatest grandchild of a drunk.
Like my father, my grandfather was an alcoholic.
He was found, without an heat beat
On a park bench out on the streets,
As fresh as a skunk.

As If he had No family that Loved him.
A bum thought he was one of THEM.
To that low, I refuse to end up.
Nothing is wrong with having fun.
But I need to take care of my mental and physical health.
So the first step towards righteousness must start with me
And never hesitate to pray on my knees.
And no matter what, I have to keep my chin up.

Life is unfair, but it is also a blessing.
Just like the way we slaughter turkeys
Just so that we can fill them with dressing,
To help us celebrate the holiday:)
I'm gonna pause
Because on that,
I have much more to say.

That's it!
Just like THEY say,
I CAN SAY!
And I SAY...
Your troubles and failures will be too blurry to see,
If you stay focused on your next victory.
Let your hardships
Be just apart of your history.
We only have this life to live,
So don't let it be some great mystery.
Wasting time and energy
Dissecting our past.
Spend your life living!
Wash off all that soils and spoils you.
To yourself be and live your truth.
Enjoy every breath you take
Until it is your last.
And, with me, SAY...
AWAY
All that haunts me
I cast!

The Power of Prayer

I could not understand
It could not be corrected by man
My life, the way it was
Why would any one love me just because
In church, the preacher said that is just what He does

But even a sinner like me?
The truth, this can not be
With my flesh, I would not put up a fight
I would seek any pleasure within my sight
Not because I did not know what was right
I just wanted to feel as if I could fly like a kite

But very brief, would I feel that way
And so soon, I would feel like a child longing to go outside to play
On a rainy day

To the vessel of self destruction, I was a leech
Poison was to my body, as sand is to a beach
The land of sobriety, was no where I desired to be
Not even in my dreams could I see
My life... stable, happy and free
But now that is my reality
All because someone kept praying for me.

Incomplete Without You

I am in control

That is what I would tell myself

But is that temporary high

Worth the damnation of my soul

If I was to drink myself to death

All of my good deeds, to get into heaven

Could not pay the toll

Not even to myself could I admit

That my need to drink

Is no better than a “crack head”

In search for a fix

It is so easy

To identify a drug addicts’ habits

But the way we are unable to see our addictions as clearly

Is a trip

In efforts to ease some deep rooted pain

My troubles, alcohol was used to help me briefly forget

And for a short period of actually feeling sane

But for it, my salvation I will not forfeit

How patient Our Father must be

To allow me the time to wake up and see

That I can only serve one God

And that one God is He

No matter what mistakes I have made

In my life’s journey

You still see my soul fit to be saved

Thank you Lord, for being my raft

So that I wouldn’t sink

Of what others will think

I am no longer paranoid

Because now I know

Only You can fill my void