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A Shot Out
Let me take a moment to give a shot out to all of the people I know that overachieved after being told that you couldn’t do it, to the fatherless children who became outstanding fathers, to the gang bangers who are doing the heavy lifting in the community, to the drug addicts who are clean and doing the work of saving lives, to my sisters who have broke through the glass ceiling without selling their souls,to the ministers that used to run the streets with me, and to the mothers who are raising young men in spite of the belief that women can’t raise men – to that I call bullshit, I am one.
Yes, today I am giving a shot out to every kid that was born in hell and have still found a way to live in the light, to be consumed with love, and to move past anger even though they have every right to be pissed. Today I am dedicating my post to the “I never thought they could/would be successful, yes, I’m doing the damn thang success stories”.
It’s impossible to name you all by name, but know that I am in your corner, got your back, believe in your hustle, in love with your soul, and walking the damn walk right there with you. We are the true American dream. Good day and keep pushing forward. ~ Sean King
Stand with Me
Today is the day to stand with my family and to pay my final respects to my sister Tamara Brown. I am happy that your bout with breast cancer is over and you’ve finally found the peace that hopefully awaits us all. For now, I’m here still fighting the good fight.
Today is the day to stand with my brothers of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, Inc. as men bound together by friendship… and of course a touch of that Omega oil.
Today is the day to expand beyond the comfort of our boxes, to be bigger than the chains of our hate, to be too happy to be brought down by our sadness, to be faithful in our direction, and to be resolute in our struggle.
Today is the day to greet strangers with smiles, to uplift hurt souls with kind words, to make new friends and reconnect with old ones, to share laughter with one another, to tell stories like the Afrikan Griots we descended from, to move our bodies in unison with the beat of the Universe, to step out of the negativity of America’s shadows and become “Love” in its infinite fullness and beauty.
Today is the day to be Love: Parent to child, child to parent, spouse to spouse, friend to friend, brother to brother, sister to sister, brother to sister, sister to brother, stranger to stranger, child of Christ to family of Islam, Jehovah Witness to believer of Hinduism, Buddhist to Catholic, human being to human being.
Today is the day to get out of the darkness and stand in the rays of God. For today has been reserved as a day to stand with one another in the light.
Let us stand together, today.
My Homeless Angel
He emerged from out of nowhere
We were magnetically drawn
Our spirits tangled the tale of two paths
I the chosen one
He the homeless son
We broke bread
Talked
Shared stories of our past
Life
Love
Sadness
We laughed
then yawned
Parted ways with the break of dawn
A look back
He was gone
Souls
Intertwined by the strength of commonality
Me,
Praised for my tenacity
He,
Outcast for his criminality
In reality
We were more the same than not
Two strings
Our souls
Formed the knot that binds
He possessed the soul of our ancestors
Who climbed mountains
His blood flowed deep like mine
Two people from the same fountain
Life
Two examples of the effect of strife
Two spirits trapped and confined
Two people too short on time
Life
Memories
We conversed on his experience
growing up in the “City of Dope”
His childhood dreams
How things don’t always go
As planned
The hard rock life
His struggled journey of becoming a man
Me
Coming up
In a community that lent me a hand
His bouts with addiction
Prison past
The pain of the infliction of racism
School
The duality of life
In one world with contradictory rules
Me
Given respect
Him
The immorality of neglect
The pain of living
But I could see in his eyes
His soul had not been broken yet
The fight of a courageous spirit trying to rise
A life force slowly draining with each
Painful
Day
That passes by
Laying
Hurt and alone on the streets
Downtrodden by his peers
Unprotected by the city
Harassed by the cops walking the crooked beat
I never understood before
Two paths
Two lives
Two souls
Two minds
Two divided by one line
Two human beings
Too short on time
Two apples of the same kind
Two people
You and me
Fallen from branches
Two different sides of one tree
Two different stories
One destiny
Two souls meeting at the crossroads of
Eternity
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