Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Guest Writer: Anita Mercer
Monday, August 11, 2014
#26
As I leave my friends, I bid them farewell. I tell them "be safe" because I want to see them again before I take in my last inhale.
Be safe, because the world is turning to violence, more die each day because "his shirt wasn't violet".
Or "he isn't from around here".. who gave these people so much power? Just to be clear. I'm not from here nor there. I'm from everywhere.
That's like saying the whole forrest belongs to just a few bears.
So to combat this thinking of those who hold violence in it's clinches, the police forces and others sometimes stereotype a certain group of people, and hunt them down like witches.
Am I the next Mike Brown or Trayvon Martin? Robbed of my life before it even gets started..
I hide my "blackness" and throw on cowboy boots.
I'm not a bad black guy! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Deaf to my cries, officers reply with "boom boom boom"
Chaos erupts from the officers' mistake, he was "just doing his job" instead of looking me in my face.
He would've saw himself, a reflection, a mirror. Maybe when I'm seen for my character officers will be slower to pull the trigger.
So I fear for my life from both sides of the spectrum. A gory struggle between law and racism.
Friday, August 8, 2014
#25
A world at peace, is it such a far fetched dream?
As I plot out schemes with members of my team, our conversations about things to come, and goals to achieve often drift to thoughts of a world at peace.
Do know about being so attached to an idea that it keeps you up at night?
Human suffering at this stage in our long history on this planet is plain evidence of greed causing violence, that's hidden out of sight.
I toss and turn at night knowing so many people don't have a place to lay their head down at night.
While others live so lavish.. is it because the poor don't know how to play the game?
Is that humanity's fatal flaw? Are we living out our lives like a character in a play penned by Shakespeare's paw?
All leading up to that final curtain call..
I often awake from dreams where I've solved the fatal flaw. But only to forget it as soon as I get up and yawn with my jaws.
We can write our own script, we just have to learn how... just control the little voice that you're reading with now.