Is There Still Hope

Seemingly, there’s not a one whose concern if the black man becomes non-existent or extinct. Certainly he’s grappling in his own environment.

Forced to compete to do his part while dealing with the realities of a white counterpart - oftentimes left wondering why him and the woman he loves are drifting further apart pondering, will he ever succeed and why no one ever took time to plant the seed.

Time has come to face the demand; to be a man - yet he finds none who’ll lend a helping hand. Echos ring out, “Stand up and be the man you’re meant to be”, - but, how can he when he’s continually being stripped and robbed of his dignity?

The will to fight has been beaten from him - happiness tends to elude his grasp and the woman has turned away - no longer can he watch his children play. You might say, “He’s a nobody”, but have you reached down to help him become a somebody? Hope can only be kept alive when you show the way to a brighter day.

Be the Gift

Be the gift that transcends darkness to light.

Be the gift that transcends hatred to love, be the gift that transcends a dead zone to a living one. If your gift doesn't edify your soul, return it to the giver for an exchange.

Are you a gift? That’s what’s up.