Someone walked up to me offering Free Will for a price. They said “to each his or her own”. They said ” Everyone is entitle to their own opinion”. They also said ” you can live by your own rules and be your own person”. The price of “this Free Will” they were selling would cost me a chance at togetherness. I would be looking out for myself because I want my own. I will never learn nor grow because I will be so focused on my own. I would also be disguarding any rules and principles in place because I would be above reproach. Not a thing will apply because self perservation will supercede relationship….
Who offered me freewill?
Death is around the corner, down the block, and across the street. We tend to gain strength from picturing darkness while we are still alive. While we breathe death isn’t the reality. Life is! Take a deep breath. Do you feel your lungs filling up? That’s the air of your chance at creating a great legacy before your picture goes blank. Death will occur but it isn’t your fate at this moment, so be momentous. Set the stage while you continue to have pages to write. Be the best you can before the light dims and you are forced to live in darkness….
Lifeless on the floor! The blood from his body drained into the street mixing with the water from the hydren just a few feet away. No one saw anything but they crowd around while the cop search for answers and the body is zipped up in a body bag. Not a soul caught this on camera. Why? Because we keep the community violence to ourselves. This boy was a great kid. Went to school everyday, got great grades, was getting a scholarship for college both academically and athletically. His mother is on her knees crying because she lost all of her soul watching them take away her son. Yet, nobody saw a thing. The boy’s sneakers and wallet was missing. He had one shot to the head and two to the chest. People can hear the people yelling after the shots and everyone knew this child to be hopeful and on his way out of this crime restricting environment. Silence! Interviews on the news: “If this would have been a white rich neighborhood they would have already had the shooter”! “He was a kind and Loving child, we lost a good child”! These streets are starting to take the great souls of our community”! Yet, no witnesses….What are we doing to police our communities? We must help clean up the streets in the communities we live in. The police can’t do it alone….
I looked in the crowd from a lonely stage. They sat their waiting to decide if I am great enough for them to put their hands together. Somehow I care about what these strangers think. My palms are sweaty, heart beating against my rib cage, and my mouth is dry. I take a sip of water before I approach the mic. I don’t picture anyone naked because I don’t have that great of an imagination. I choose not to focus on that beautiful woman smiling in the front row. Instead I find the old man crossing his legs waiting for me to be just another act. We catch I contact and I start to speak to him. I watch the angry creases soften in his face. I smile! He knows I caught him enjoying himself so he sits upright in his chair. He doesn’t realize I am just going to take credit for correcting his posture. I continue! I watch his chest now beating the same pace as mine. Mine has slowed and his has increased. We are forming a connection. I pause! He shows disappointment wanting me to continue. I start again! Sighing in relief his intrigue intensifies. My tone elevates. He jumps, his eyes widen, and he laughs at himself. My voice softens. Tears invade his pupils and attack his cheeks. I finish! He is the first one out his seat to applaud. He was a victim of inspiration….
When you read “AmazinglyBrash”, you may read Brash and think rude, nasty, destructive. But, Brash explains the feeling you will feel from reading my post. A dose of reality can cause us to be so vulnerable that it breeds resentment whether its that great feeling of hope or that stabbing blow of pain. When something we ignored is revealed to us it takes a while before we can accept it. So, read, reflect, react, and re-evaluate….
A Black gun was pulled out on a brown man by a white man with a light and dark blue outfit on. The white bystanders are turning pink from shame, the brown people looking on have clear transparent streams running down their cheeks in fear. The brown man was tussling with a white friend that attacked him because he took offense to being called a racist. Yet, the brown man was automatically labeled the aggressor by the black gun and the blue dressed white man holding it. The white friend tried to explain that he was the aggressor but his white privilege was overpowered by the ego of his power hungry counterpart. Color matters!
How can we stop it from mattering so much? Should we make more white guns, have more brown men in blue pulling them out on white men, have brown bystanders feeling shame and white people looking with clear transparency running down their cheeks? Or is it acknowledging the wrong in the room is the overaction of one white man wearing blue causing everyone else discomfort?
Most will read this scenario and will never see the number of people that see the injustice but refuse to step up because of self-preservation. They are united in thought yet disconnected in action. The issue isn’t color as much as it is ignorance and our inability to come together and unite against that ignorance….
Our children are starving! They aren’t being fed information that will nurture them! They ask “Why” and we continue to lack the patience to answer all their questions. They want to know, they desire knowledge, but we are too busy dealing with “this life” to “repair our future.”
Our children are thirsty! Their water is being replaced with blood. They can’t continue to digest one death after another and losing trust in purity of transparency. We are preparing them to survive but we aren’t preparing them to live. We are scared but we have to show them life can be better by fighting for a better life.
Our Children are Homeless!They need a faith they can actually believe in. We can’t continue to sell them several paths when they are ready to walk. We must build them one path so they can all witness a more just and unified civilization. We are the leadership and we are failing them because we can’t agree on anything.
Our Children are Growing!
Time is passing and soon they will be taking our place as leaders. We must sit them down at least once a day and remind them why it is important to Love. Why the passion of togetherness must build larger families. Our children need to have hope for the future or we have stolen their creativity to mold this earth into one big heart….