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Happy International Women’s Day

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To my mother (RIP), who birthed me, raised me, taught me how to thrive in a world trying to cripple me, and who loved me tough but unconditionally; I know that you are watching over me even today. There are no words I could ever write that could do justice to who you are and what you mean to me. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

To my Grandma Smith (RIP), who was there during my early childhood years, teaching, listening, walking, nurturing, and helping to lay the foundation for my current happiness before leaving this world, first mentally (Alzheimers) and then physically. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

To my Grandma Lindsey (RIP), the first poet I ever knew and the most influential figure in my willingness to share my truth through poetry, prose, verbal communication, and in action. You were the one who told me “those people aren’t going to like what you have to say, but to keep saying it because it’s the truth”. I always remembered those words as people encouraged me to tone it down. Because you believed in my writing, it never mattered to me whether anyone else did. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

To my Wife, Tasha King, you are the bridge that allowed me move past anger and into the realm of love. You are the first person that made me look beyond the hypocrisy of the people of the church and encouraged me to walk the Christian path without the constant condemnation and threats of hell. You are the completion of my soul, the perfect compliment to my being, the rib removed from my side and given to me as an eternal companion. You are the angel that God sent to ensure my happiness. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

To every beautiful woman that I’ve ever crossed paths with. Crushes that helped me avoid alcoholic vices. Soldiers who stood by my side plotting revolution. Confidants and sisters that I could turn to in desperate times. Unselfish women who pushed me to become a better man. Patient women who challenged me to work through my prejudices and ignorance as they helped me expand my view on everything I thought I knew. Sheroes, who taught me there are no limits, no boxes, no challenges capable of stopping me from getting to that place God has chosen for me. To my friends, sisters, aunts, great-grandmothers, mother-in-laws, step-mothers, cousins, co-workers, ancestors, and every woman that has every influenced me, I thank you for everything. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

To each of you, I could pour out my soul every single day and still feel like I’ve done you an injustice. Who you are and what you mean to me goes far beyond words, but I use them in hopes that future generations will come to appreciate you as much as I have. Every single one of you has made my life richer and more fulfilled. Adam gave you a rib, but I owe everything to you. Happy International Women’s Day. I Love You.

Be blessed and have a beautiful day.

Why Do It?

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A sad reality is we are likely to continue promoting buffoonery and B.S. rather than the hard work God’s children are doing to lift humanity to its highest levels and to make the world better. Once we come out of these dark ages, the contributions of these angels will be recognized and even memorialized. Unfortunately, it will be long after these brave souls have passed away.

So why do it? Why continue working hard to make the world better when you know your efforts will barely be recognized during your lifetime? Why work hard to become the best at what you do, when you know someone of lesser talent and more individual minded ambition will hog the limelight and bask in man’s glory?

You do it, because “it” is what God sent you here to do. You do it, because you know this limelight, that is essentially man celebrating man, has nothing to do with how you will be judged when all is said and done. You do it, because you would go crazy doing anything else. You do it, because you understand instant gratification is not the end goal, change is. ~ Sean King

Happy Black History Month

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I couldn’t escape
your hook captured me
right off the coast
the boat ride was dramatic
the waters, turbulent

I lay exhausted
in a new environment
comforted only by the tranquility
of your shores
my life depended on your mercy

Strange sensations
as foreign fingers
caressed me
we stared
helplessly
our destiny
predetermined

The Fisherman and
the captured Fish
both with mouths to feed
you unhooked me
you stared into my eyes
we were almost out of time
my mouth gaped wide open

For a brief moment
you understood
I too, am God’s creation
you threw me back in the sea
feeling like you did the right thing
it was too late
I was already lost

Africa
Where are you?

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This sense of being lost and not understanding our heritage and contributions to humanity is one of the reasons Carter G Woodson created Negro Achievement Week (which became Black History Month). It was his way of saying we are somebody.

Today Obama is the President, but there is still no shortage of news and media projecting a negative image of African (Black) people. Today, the behavior of our youth and many of our grown folk for that matter indicate we have once again lost our way and forgot that we are descendants of the original man and architects of human progress. This is why we must diligently highlight our accomplishments and remind all of our generations that we are royalty.  This is why we can not accept being treated like animals or second class citizens.  Of course to this end, we must act the part.

Much love, many blessings, and continued peace on this glorious morning. God Willing/Insha’Allah, may all your steps be forward toward progress and uplifting for humanity.

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