Treat Me…

July 7, 2016

Sometimes I just want my thoughts to be simple. I’ve been sweating small stuff since I was a little one. If I toke a blunt will I be simple? I have been contemplating this question for a minute now. I’ve been struggling for a minute now, and I haven’t seen a girl for a minute now. I haven’t seen my old girlfriend in a minute now. My mind’s been occupied for a while now, and everything has been moving so fast now. I’m silently asking God to slow the time down. I also wonder if he could slow my mind down. The black man has been getting slaughtered for a while now. They’re going to gun that nigger so they can smile now, but we’ve been calling our brothers “my nigga” for a while now. God how can I immensely help my people? There have been so many activists over the years, but we’re still not treated equal. What can I do for my people? They might slaughter me just as fast as a white man if they feel the need to. It doesn’t matter how trivial. We are so blood thirsty; term it the “Black on Black Evil.” But I’ve been trying to remedy my mind for a while now. I’ve been struggling with some things since a child now. Just don’t catch me in my room though, and God please watch me when I lie down. I’ve fed into a lie since a baby. I never thought my vices would catch up to me, but they seem to be coming at 100 miles now. What am I about? I constantly ask myself that question when I’m thinking to constrain myself or act out. I just hate playing the part for a role I didn’t try for. I will liberate me, so I ink up my skin looking to ignore your opinion. I’ll just wait for it to sink in. Always give your thoughts some time to sink in…. I’ve always over thought things, so it’s hard to stop thinking. Even with all the social hierarchy and white supremacy I fight not to conjure any animosity. “Eye for an eye the whole world would go blind. Tooth for a tooth then we would all know the truth. Head for a head then we all would be dead.” Prejudice will always exist; you just have to know how to control it. When is the last time you hung-out with the homeless? A mission trip in Miami taught me not to call it homeless but just houseless. I bought into it, but classism still exists. The world tells you you’re better because you have more resources. It’s the same concept when it’s applied to the color of your skin. I thought Jesus was white since I was a baby. I based this on the pictures that they fed me. Learning about the civil rights struggle made it hard to think that Jesus had a veritable agape or philos love for me. Could this guy really be my “daddy” when not to long ago his offspring beat me? Nah. As I’ve grown older, I know perception shapes one’s reality. Pray that our perception doesn’t come from our skin color but what is true of us in reality. “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal”, so we deserve equality….