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Beautiful Blemishes (A Freewrite)

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because buried deep in them you will find the the glorious stories of Kings, links to the creation of civilization, the roots of mathematics and science, the origins of language, and the foundation of space travel.

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because each one of my scars is unique like a seashell; and if you put your ear close enough to them, you will hear the the soulful sounds of slaves passing messages to guide their brothers and sisters to freedom.  If you put your ear close enough to them,  you will hear the sound of love battling hate for your soul, for your life, and for your tomorrow.

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because each one of them represents my journey; and if you slowly rub your hands over them, they will teach you to retrace your steps, help you find the fork in the road where you lost your way, and guide you back to the garden where it was just us.

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because they represent resiliency, courage, hope, and everything we are to become when we learn to love ourselves again and to say goodbye to this dead end pursuit to nothingness.

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because your perfection is nothing more than a man made mask.  A costume designed to cover up your insecurities and to hide your flaws.  A veil built with the purpose of hiding enough of you to make you beautiful…

…and my scars, they were handed to me through trials and tribulations carefully crafted by the hands of God, seared into my heart with the hot iron of love, and synthesized with my soul.

My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because they represent me, unhidden, unafraid, unbowed, and exactly as God intended me to be…  Beautiful.

What has your perfection done for you?

8/9/2012: 14,245 Days Later


For 14,245 days, exactly 39 years as of 8/9/2012, God has blessed me by allowing me to open my eyes to another beautiful day of life and love. Along the way I’ve had some ups and downs, said goodbye to some loved ones, doubted where I was going, questioned the meaning of life, been chased by the ugliest aspects of humanity, fell down, and almost lost my will to get back up.

Yes, I have had my struggles. But every time I put my head down in despair God sent you to lift me, to stand with me, to guide me through the dark labyrinth. You, my family, my friends, my acquaintances, and even the nameless souls who arrived right on time with just the words I needed to hear, the ears I needed to speak to, the heart that I needed to beat for me, or the smile I needed to let me know everything was going to be all right.

Today, I celebrate not because I’ve been alive for 39 years, but because I have been blessed to have been surrounded, supported, and loved by beautiful people.  Today I celebrate you.

Thank you for always being there.

Sunday Morning Thoughts on Life

If I spent my life arguing with people over who I am, trying to convince them to like me, to accept me as is, or to embrace the choices I’ve made, I wouldn’t have any time or energy left to live or to love.

The reality is I was born a dark skinned black boy in Bakersfield, California. I’ve had haters from the time the sperm fertilized the egg and I can’t do anything about that. My head has been filled with statistics on the number of black men in prison versus in college and the probability of me living past 25. I’ve extensively studied slavery and its counterpart global white supremacy.

That being said, at the end of the day I can honestly say I don’t think the people who stand against me are my problem. My struggle is not a struggle against man. No, my journey is about fulfilling the purpose God put me on this earth for. If I stay in the light and stay focused, what man can possibly stop me?