The Miseducation....

The revolution will be seen

When will my freedom ring?

Maybe Kendrick Lamar is the brain Tupac knew he would spark

That could change everything

My aspirations are materializing

I desire the finest of things

Disappointing that people think those are only designer things

Lately my mind has been stuck on things

The underground work on my soul that will go unseen

The underlying hope of my heart

Is that love does finally conquer greed

Hatred is spewed

People devour the devil’s food

But how can I preach peace when even I, myself, possess an attitude?

Because I am flawed

Every cut of me hasn't been properly polished

I love the imperfections

I pray to God that I’m always evolving

Would never want my lust for challenges to be forever demolished

By the damages of the trauma that plague my post partum

I manage it so I’m equally solaced

Product of the impoverished

Still no excuse for acceptance of mediocrity

I’m so curious to discover literally

Where, specifically, does your soul rest peacefully?

Or is it always tortured and tormented

What is your POV?

When will my freedom ring?

I’ve seen things my father will never see

So it’s just destiny that the revolution will also be seen

Maybe I am the brain that God knew could change everything

Maybe it’s you

Why can’t it be all of us?

Maybe, just maybe, the change is inside of trust!

Lately, just lately, we're only in love with lust

But it’s empty infinitely

And it’s drowning us

I don’t want to just stay afloat

I want to make it back to land

Make it back to a place that honors a man

A place where a woman can feel complete

A place not motivated to separate you and me!

Dr. King, this is my dream!

So Much More

I didn't come from a family that likes to travel. I think my dad traveled a little by spending time in the military and as far as I know my mom didn't do much so it was never a big thing for us. We used to go on family trips but they were mostly to the beach in Florida. I do remember going to a family reunion in Ohio when I was younger. I don't remember much about the trip except for driving through some mountains and crying because I didn't get the toy I wanted on my first ever visit to Toys R Us. I remember my older sister moved to Miami when I was sixteen and I couldn't imagine much outside of Valdosta, Ga because that was pretty much all I knew. I went to visit my sister when I was nineteen and it opened my eyes and I realized the world was so much more than what I had seen. I went to New York City a few times and I was amazed at how different it was but it was dope and I actually wanted to move there for a while. This year I've been to Orlando, Houston and Savannah and I've got a few more trips I'd like to take but I just want to see the world. You can visit anywhere through reading or looking at a website but that doesn't compare to actually being there. How many people actually get to go see the beauty that God created for us to enjoy? I think that's one of the biggest injustices ever. Most people will never get to see these things. I know not everyone can afford to travel like that and I really can't either. They'll be confined to whatever radius they've been used to while there's an amazing and phenomenal world out there that was made for our enjoyment. I wish everybody could go somewhere at least once that takes half a day to get there. I wonder how that would change things for this world. If people were able to see there's more out there how would that change their thought process? Would they want to do better because they knew it was more out there or even if they didn't want to do better at least they knew they had the choice to be able to.

Relationships

I really enjoyed this clip from Eartha Kitt. Take a look at it & let me know what you think...

"How it used to was"

In a time and space where people swear they have no feelings . I know this is familiar . Most may not agree.

Ever sat and thought about an ex. Maybe even felt that you missed them. Missed the way the touched you. The way their skin tasted. That energy that only they possessed that you may never get back. That spark. That thump ( sigh )
Its always initially the good memories. Always what you loved about them. Who you thought they were.
Then you level with yourself and bring it back to the reality . The reality that they spoke to who you were in that moment. You can never get back those feelings. That energy. According to science energy can not be created nor destroyed.
So where did it go.
Where did they go.
Energy changes form.
All that bullshit changed form. You learned to love yourself a little better. Love them less.
Love from a distance.
Those memories are simply that. That energy is no longer what it was.
"Memories keep playing back... Just remember how it used to was"
Sza ft Chance the rapper Child's Play 🎶 (inspired these thoughts) .