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M.A.I. MONDAY Thoughts

Greetings and Good Monday Morning Everyone,

Peace and blessings to you all. I decided to put my thoughts into a poem today. I spoke to a friend that encouraged me to continue to write. I admit, in terms of writing, I've been "MIA" lately. It's been difficult to find my voice of inspiration. These turbulent times have me going through a number of emotions, and to keep my spirits lifted, although I've kept in contact with those in my immediate circle; I'm learning some of my distant friends (or friends that I haven't spoken to recently) need support too. I've learned that some need me to write to lift their spirits, and in turn I'm lifting mine. I will be sharing more of my words raw, unedited, and from my heart. I hope that you will open your hearts and mind to the change that is happening in the world. I hope that you will also open your heart to my words, and let it keep you M.otivated and I.spired! Have a wonderful day!

I'm beginning to realize the pain behind those eyes,

I too feel the troubles of this world and the indelible mark it leaves behind.

A scar that always reminds of how me that it was there,

A mark that never lets you forget that you care.

Deeply rooted ills of a sickness that's never healed,

I'm saddened by the state of the world in which we live.

Little brown boys and girls are finding out too soon,

about the hatred they will one day face.

Robbed of an innocence that can't be replaced,

I try to protect my six year old son and keep a smile on his face.

In this world silence is complicit, and there's no more room,

and no time for bystanders, we need to work together.

I told a friend that wanted to become an "ally",

realize that racism exists and don't be someone that denies,

It's existence and prevalence destroys lives,

it never lets up, and its the sole reason behind many silent cries.

The effects of racial oppression affects every aspect of

black and brown lives, whether directly or indirectly.

Everyday, I wonder if I will be allowed to just live,

or will I be harassed or lynched for jogging,

shot in cold blood in my bed,

or stopped for watching birds in the trees,

all of which could end my life and result with me begging to breathe.

With each breath, I inhale the strength to deal with the pain my ancestors once faced,

and I exhale and the pain is difficult to let go,

It hurts worse than being cut to the core,

wounds so deep that they still feel sore.

I keep looking to the horizon and hoping for change,

I am the change that I want to see,

this torch was given at birth not passed to me,

and now I'm a part of this fight and the responsibility is on me.

So the question I ask is, "Will you join me?"

Thank you for reading my blog this morning. Hey, do me a favor, if you like or love this post, comment on it. I’d love to hear your feedback. Also, please feel free to share it with your family and friends in the social media universe. I greatly appreciate the support.

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