…maybe then…maybe after you’re done obeying all the rules, dressing in all the right clothes, going to all the right schools, chasing all the right jobs, networking with all the right people, and doing everything they told you that you need to do to be successful all the way down to eating Sushi, drinking Starbucks, and disowning all of your family and friends who aren’t career oriented because them being in your life
ain’t — excuse me, is not a good look with the people you’re trying to impress… and then you realize that you’re not happy…
…maybe then you’ll flip your middle finger to peer pressure, quit worrying about everyone’s opinion of you, go back to drinking red Kool-Aid, eating chicken, and being happy to see your not so perfectly mannered family members that will rob an armored truck to give you an opportunity to be successful because they genuinely love you instead of spending all your time trying to brown nose those stiffs for a promotion…
…maybe then you will dust off your dreams, your ambitions, your purpose, and fight to become the person you are supposed to be… not the one that sounds good to everyone else, but the invisible you that’s being murdered a little bit everyday in your prison of self inflicted mediocrity of wanting to look good in the eyes of everyone else, the one that’s fighting from deep down in your soul to liberate you from the rat race…
…maybe then you will get off your ass and say what you have to say, do what you need to do, be who you want to be…
…maybe then you will remember what it means to be genuinely happy….
…maybe then you’ll do “That Thing”… ~ Sean King
Today I hug my boys knowing that that there will be a day that I can no longer protect them from the cruelty of our world.
Today I hug my boys with the knowledge that for all of their dreams and aspirations, for all of their hard work and integrity, for all of their education and success, that they will face times in their lives where they will be treated as second class citizens, if not like animals.
Today I hug my boys holding back tears, knowing that one day I might have to bury them just like Trayvon’s parents buried him; because this is still America, we are still black, and they are still suspects susceptible of having their human rights violated without provocation or reason.
Today I hug my boys the way my mother and my grandmother hugged me; with the knowledge that justice was never intended to apply to the darker complected Americans.
Today I hug my boys… because I know we live in the land of the free lie, the place that enslaved my ancestors and broke my grandparents back, the place that blackened my mother’s heart and tainted her hope, the place that taught me at the most inappropriate age about racism and class, the place that has shown me time and time again that it’s more likely that this empire will crumble like the empires before it rather than evolve into the dream it pretends to be.
Today I hug my boys, because I want to see their innocent smiles illuminate hope for as long as they possibly can; but I know it’s a matter of days before those beautiful smiles are attacked by the atrocity of our American injustice.
My country tis of thee
Where is the liberty?
From trees we swing? ~ Sean King
Be tenacious in pursuit of your dreams.
Be persevering when obstacles are placed in your way.
Be truthful in your speech and actions.
Be kind to those you meet on your journey.
Be honorable on your path to success.
Be humble when success opens its arms to you.
Be helpful without worrying about whether or not someone deserves your help.
Be forgiving even when you’re hurt.
Be loving even when you feel unloved.
Be understanding even when you’re misunderstood.
Be thankful for where you’ve been.
Be thankful for where you’re going.
Be thankful for the beauty of who you are.
Be prayerful, loving, and kind with every breath you take. ~ Sean King