What can I say, for my mind expresses what my heart feels
And yet reality displays an image far different from my intellect
It seems as though I have been left in the shadows of apathy
I am drowning in the shallow breaths of systemic racism
Cloaked in the silent darkness of a privileged society
Will it extend that privilege to me… I think not
My earned degrees have only loosened the chains that bind me
It does not librate me into privilege… but restricts my life’s experiences
Shackling the unwanted memories of the oppressor’s sickening desire for me
Not all are my oppressor, there are some who love me
Some who would cry with me, cerebrate my existence
But I see the thin vail that covers their face in silence to my despair
They truly do not know it is there
It is their right…
It is their privilege that blinds them
I gasp for air but cannot breath… because your knee is on my neck
Pressing down forcing my submission of your view of me
I am bond with the cuffs of your stereotype… characterized as evil or less
The world sees and have seen your treatment of me
I am not persuaded by the sudden display of empathy
The low hanging fruit you selected to revive me and buy the world silence… I am more
My design is the very reflection of Him who have made me
My submission to obedience is for Yahshua’s glory
I remember… The world crucified him as well … Yet He lives
So my strength is not to be feared for it comes by his hand
And my tears water the soil and seeds planted for my purpose in Yah
But you choose to up root them for the mirage you have prepared for me.
I will not eat or drink in the image of your mirage
Nor will I be silent… for my brother is watching
He steps behind me with greater steps
And I must assure the next step he takes
He is my brother, he also is my strength
The stronger version of what you fear in me
This life has little to do with the color of our skin
It is the content of ones character that matters
Yet here we are at this cross roads
How strange have we become when the light of truth in men
becomes the shadows of undefined distain in each other
Our lives matter because Elohim says it does
“ So Elohim created man in his own image, in the image of Elohim created he him;
male and female created he them.
And Elohim blessed them…” (Genesis 1:27,28)
My reality is Blessed by the hand of Yahweh not man
Sophocles
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