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My philosophy is simple
Standup
Take a deep breath
Smile forgivingly
Pray honestly
Thank God humbly, and then,
Figure out where you want to go and

Go
Without hesitation

Love
Without reservation

Live
Without excuses

Understand
It is all within your reach

All you need is
A lot of faith
A little determination, and
Some concentration to
Help you stay focused on
Where you need to go

You weren’t born with a
Silver spoon in your mouth
I know, but
Get over it!

Racism
Get over it!

Inequality
Get over it!

Poverty
Get over it!

Slavery
Get over it!

Dysfunctional family
Get over it!

Life ain’t fair
Get over it!

Realize it
Come to grips with it
Accept
Overcome, and then
Crush it!

Beat it
Beat them
Monkeys on your back
The extra weight you carry
The disbelief
The doubt
The insecurities
The fear,
Fuck ’em!
It’s your life!

Circumstance
Get past it!

Obstacles
Don’t stop until
You get over it
Underneath it
Around it
Bust through it!

You have to find a way
To keep it
From destroying you

Do you know what’s funny about life?
It can destroy you, and
No one cares
How it happened

No one will see you
The grungy man
Standing on the street
Holding the sign
Asking for spare change
and think,
Genius
Go getter

In their eyes
You’re a bum
A lazy
Despicable
Useless
Undriven
Waste of resources
Squanderer of dreams
Freeloader
Con-artist
Getting over in the land
That was built by their forefathers
“one railroad track at a time”

They raped your mother
Don’t matter!

Your teachers are inadequate
Don’t matter!

Your father wasn’t there?
Don’t matter!

You were born in the ghetto
Electric sliding to the rhythmic sounds
Of shots ringing
In fast succession
Like firecrackers
Don’t matter!

Forced to study
On cold wood floors
Under the bright lights
Of ghetto birds
Behind gated doors and
Barred windows
Don’t matter!

Listening
To the sizzle of crack pipes
With your baby brother screaming the
Cry of unchanged diapers
While the batter ram
Bangs against your front door,
IT DOES NOT MATTER!

Americans don’t have pity
Regardless of circumstance
Lack of opportunity
Where you started

Americans won’t cry tears for
Your struggle as they
Build wealth on the backs
Of your broken dreams and your
Unachieved aspirations

Americans don’t feel bad
When they see you
Begging for food
Homeless
Hopeless
In need

No,
They don’t want to help you
They don’t want to hear your story
They don’t want to give you a thing

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and
Realize

No matter how bad your life is
Somebody
Somewhere
Is going through something
Far worse THAN YOU
My philosophy is simple

Standup
Take a deep breath
Smile forgivingly
Pray honestly
Thank God humbly and
Then figure out where you want to go and

Go!
Without hesitation

Love
Without reservation

Live
Without excuses

Reach
For your dreams
To the sky
To the Heavens

Reach!!!

The Voiceless (Rated M for Maturity)

This is dedicated to those who are afraid to speak of the monsters that exists in places where there aren’t supposed to be any monsters.  As a community we must stop making excuses for the horror we allow our children to go through and excusing the monsters we let roam freely.  

I was 15
unsure
searching for direction
naïve and trusting
looking to him for guidance
a relationship with heaven
my heavenly father
a conduit
who would help me grow
spiritually

He assured me
this is what God intended
wanted
as he rubbed his hands
slowly,
along my legs

Biblical he said
as he nibbled
carefully
along the edges
of my ear

Let go and let God
as he gingerly
moved his fingers
toward my
private areas

Who am I
to deny a man of the cloth
my mentor
a bringer of truth
chosen and set aside
to deliver
the word of God
a Sheppard
leading us
to a better life

It didn’t seem right
but it must be
the path of righteousness
my concerns
were merely
a lack of faith
a weakness in my belief
it would pass

Heavenly
promises
from a wolf
clothed
in lamb’s clothing

I didn’t have any choice
but to let go
and let him
enter
my kingdom

..and now
my soul
is broken

My faith
in man
in the church
in God
has been dismantled

By sermons
turned to whispers

Whispers
turned to hugs

Hugs
turned to
inappropriately placed fingers

Fingers
turned to
cherry busting penises
pushing through
virginal
vaginal
walls
in dark corners

I cried for help
and the believers
didn’t believe me

Accused
of being greedy

Encouraged
to be quiet
be thankful
for his blessings

Outcast
in the house
of the Lord

Now the only place I find refuge
is on street corners
lying on my back
in pay per hour motels
caged by
the aroma
of strange men
wanting me to call them
daddy

I remember
he wanted to be
my daddy too..