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Your Mirage/ My Image

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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