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One Month Later (A Freewrite on June 1, 2011)

I wanted to celebrate
when I heard the news
of the bullet that would free
the world from the grip of terror

I wanted to dance
jubilantly in the streets
when I learned
justice had been served
in the same cold blooded
fashion as hijacked airplanes
dropping towers to
ground zero

I wanted to slap high fives
in Internet Cafe’s
over tasteless jokes
while drinking Frappuccinos
and poking hot chicks on Facebook
when I heard his ashes
had been buried at sea;
officially ending any possibility
of Sharia law in the States

I wanted to believe
the end of this chapter
would magically make
the world a better place
and the trillions of dollars spent
was worth it
and the families torn apart
by war would breathe easier
knowing the
mission had been completed

I wanted to smile ear to ear
when I heard the news
but I couldn’t
because I knew our schools
were failing our children
and poverty was spreading
like a forest fire
and the homeless
were running out of bridges
to place their boxes under
and there aren’t enough
shopping carts for
all of the people who lost
their homes to carry
their personal belongings

I wanted to put on a white glove
and moonwalk to the other side of the tracks
before hitting the sweetest
1,080 degree spin since Billy Jean
but I couldn’t
because I knew in the morning
25 million people
would wake up jobless
while Wall Street goes on fancy retreats
with the interest from our over sized debt
and our depleted savings

I wanted to jump up and down
like a kid opening gifts
on Christmas
until I became exhausted from elation
but I couldn’t
because I know our soldiers will
return home to inadequate support
mentally and physically
unable to transition back
into the “normal life”
after living the nightmare of
being strapped and looking
over their shoulders
wondering if this would
be their day to become heroes

I wanted to shout
at the top of my lungs in Joy!!!
but I couldn’t
because I knew
some little girl
from the neighborhood
some little girl would be kidnapped
and turned into a sex slave
and trafficked right here
right here
in the land of the free
and there won’t be money for any soldiers
to search our American caves
err..
our American ghettos
to find our lost American Princesses
because we gave it all to Wall Street
and spent the rest on finding WMDs
umm, fighting terrorism
umm, searching through caves
for oil
umm, for Osama
in the Middle East

I want to sit back and grin
the biggest grin of all time
but I can’t
because I know tomorrow
will feel a lot like today..
Even though they did kill Osama
one month ago today..

My Journey, Destination Unknown

Today my journey took me to an interesting place. To a place where I learned Patriotism is not at the center of my belief system, but it’s impact on my belief is undeniable. Today I realized my true desire is to decouple myself from my American centric view, and to realign my mind and soul to a place that puts God and family at its core. Today I searched my soul and learned I want to go to a place where I value life regardless of where a person was born, their affiliations, and/or their beliefs. To a place where I am respectful of all life, even that of my enemies because I understand we originate from the same source.

Today I recognize it is the journey that pitted us against one another, our human nature that makes us enemies, and love is the only thing that can bridge the gap between our souls. Today I know I need to go to a place where I can understand and accept our dilemma; I took the path I took, you took the path you took, and we both believed we were heading in the right direction. Today it dawned on me, that as much as I want to hate you. As much as I want to fight against and attack you. As much as I want to condemn and judge you; there is only one place I can go to takes me higher. Today I finally got it, my desire to elevate to a higher level requires me to learn to forgive without condition and willingly. Today, I learned the meaning of courage and strength. Thank you Malcolm; we almost forgot about you.