Thursday, September 3, 2020

Breyonna's Ballad

E.M.T.

First responder.

 Long hectic days and cold lonely nights.

A thankless daunting task with no ending in site.

Essential worker.

First responder.

Adrenelane surges and heart aches.

Day in and day out drama. 

Migraines.

Shattered nerves.

Trauma.

Some passengers make it and and some don't.

That's the life of an EMT.

The only  "real" comfort for them  is getting to go home to their  nice "safe" house in their  nice "safe" neighborhood and the end of their day.

That is,unless they don't happen to own a home yet and their neighborhood isn't safe.

Welcome to Breyona's life.

She lived smack dab in the center of hell.

She was surrounded by dealers, suppliers, gangstas, and users. 

Nothing around her but broken souls, people that had their dreams dashed, derelects, and flowers that never made it to full bloom.

Her only ray of sunshine was her meaningful line of work and a vivid dream of what life would be like over greener pastures and brighter sunrises.

She didn't let her harsh environment consume her happiness. She pressed forward with a smile on her face and hope in heart. She was a visionary with a vision board. She exicuted each move she made with intent. She expected a change and began seeing all of her plans manifest slowly into friuition. She had just manifested a car and was nearly on her way to owning her first home. She was a few pay checks away from her new house, 

and living her new life in her new neighborhood.

Then it all got snatched away from her on that horendeous night.

No knock.

No warning.

No ID.

No apology.

No empathy.

No remorse.

No accountability

Just hot lead and aggression.

All  in the line duty.

Officers ,when you close your eyes at night I pray you see her face until you dying day.

Officers, you all "need" to feel ashamed.

Justice has no sight but vengeance has an angel be and Breyonna Taylor is her name.


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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Karen my your own business

Karen exactly who the hell do you think you are?

You don't own the street.

I'm going to need you to stop.

Karen noone appointed you captain of the block.

I'm going to need you to stop.

Karen you don't get paid to enforce the park rules.

Karen I do not have to answer to you.

I'm going to need you to stop.

Karen stop violating my personal space.

Karen get out of my damn face.

I going to need you to stop.

Yes, Karen this my car.

Yes ,Karen I live here.

No, I will not show you my ID.

Fall back with all that.

I'm gonna need you to stop.

Karen I need to learn this bastardized language to prove I belong here.

I was here first so there is no going back.

I'm going to need you to stop.

Karen I have witnesses and my phone out I don't you to tell me your calling the cops.

I'm gonna need you to stop.

Karen if you haven't notied no one else cares.


Karen stop making a scene.

Karen just stop.

Karen are you quite finished?

Karen I'm going to give you the best piece of advice you ever had in life.

Karen just mind your own damn business.

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Emotional chess

There is alot of information to proces and digest.

A whole lot is going on right now.

Through all this one I must remain strong.

Think strategically before you react.

One mustn't fall for ploys.

One mustn't fall for traps.

Don't get baited into arguing with a fool.

Take ten breaths.

Try not loose your cool.

Put your yourself in a good situation.

Plot ten moves ahead.

Think about how sad your family will be if you were to die from moving irrationally.

Don't allow yourself to become a casualty from situation that could have been avoided.

Don't let your rage comsume you.

Do not allow your emotions to run the show.

The stakes are high.

This game is rigged.

It was set up from the get up.

Despite these seemingly impossible odds it is still possible to win this day.

You'll never be beaten if you make the choice not to play.

It's easier than it sounds.

It is a simple thing to do.

Control your emotions or your emotions will control you.





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Sunday, June 7, 2020

Play your part

We all have a gift.

We all have a talent.

We all have special skills that sets us apart.

In times of peril the world demands we use them to play our part.

We all  can help our fellow man in this great time of civil unrest.

We all can do something productive to ease this tension and relieve this stress.

So lets  go out and bring forth all your donations and contributions.

March forward for justice and unite as one to provide solutions.

So builders build.

Muscians compose.

Activist  get active.

Cooks nourish the troops.

Singers croon the tune of freedom

Comedians humor us and uplift our spirits.

Artist immortalize this moment for future generations to see.

Musicans let your your instrument's melody rejuvenate the souls of the  spiritually dead.

Rappers spit that spit. Tap in and reach out.

Religious figures steady your flock for choppy waters ahead.

Poets speak or write the doctrine for healing of the broken.

Leaders lead. Take control of the helm on organize the troops.

Hustlers acquire the funds spread it liberally to fund the cause.

Fighters protect and defend to bitter end.

Resesrchers fact-check media devils. Prevent the spread of misinformation.

Keyboard warriors your needed too. Spread awareness on your platforms so everyone will know where to go and what to do.

Lets stay stay focucused

Lets move as one and not get side tracked or divided.

We all must protestest....weather aggressive or non-violent.

One thing we can no longer do is stay silent.


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Tuesday, June 2, 2020

We're tired!

When you love someone you tell them the truth.

You tell them the truth no matter how bad it hurts.

You tell them truth because if you don't the situation will only get worse.

America I love you but here's  the deal.

I have to let you know exactly how my people feel.

My people are tired.

Facts!

This isn't "just" about  justice for brother Ahmaud  and brother George.

This is about decades of neglect and having "our" problems ignored.

We're tired.

We're tired of getting followed around the store.

We're tired of being over worked and under paid.

We're tired of being your  medical lab rats that you  conduct experiments on and run around "your" social maze.

We're tired of being told to turn down "our" music.

We're  tired of being told how to dress.

We're tired of having to settle for second best.

We're tired  of being told that slavery, jim crow, regonomics, and  the bushes all happend in the past and to just get over it.

We're  tired of having to console our children after you tell them their not good enough by calling them "that" name.[ n@g#!er]

We're  tired of narrative always being spinned, as if it's our "own" fault for being declared dead on breaking news at 10.


We're tired of  mass incarceration and you passing new laws specifically targeted at "us" just so you can fill your jails.

We're  tired  tired of being told if you hate it here so much then go back.

We're tired of hearing how your immigrant ancestors didn't speak a word of english but found a way to make the American dream work for them.

We're  tired of  having to give our young males a tutorial on how to survive a routine traffic stop when they come of age.

We're tired  of "your" women clutching their purses and covering their cleavage when our males ride the elevator with them.

We're tired of your system splitting up our homes.

We're  tired of red lining.

We're  tired of chem trails.

We're  tired of the judicial branch moving like snails. ( when it comes to delivering  justice  for  us)

We tired of the fashion industry telling our women thier features  are not pretty enough.

We're tired of your news painting a picture of "our"people in a negative light.

We're tired of having to be athletic, perform, or entertain you "just" to make you treat us right.

We're  tired of Becky and Karen  falsely calling the executioners on us and not getting cited of fined for doing so.

We're  tired!

We're tired!

We're  tired!

WE'RE TIRED......DAMNIT!

America we didn't mean to hurt your feelings but I had to let you know.

Now kindly remove your knee from our necks.

Get your feet off our backs.

Remove your vice grips off our wallets.

Kindly stop pumping your poisons into our bodies and minds

One last thing you'll  listen if you trully care. 

 Pull your nose out of our affairs.

We love but Lord knows we're  tired of you.


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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Owning it

I  call my power back.
I banish all feelings of helplessness.
I silence confusion.
I'm taking back my confidence.
I'm putting it back in gear.
I'm unsticking myself.
I'm done licking my wounds.
I'm taking action.
I'm making strides.
I got knocked for loop.
I'm strapped in now.
I'm ready to ride.

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Monday, April 6, 2020

Quarintine challenge

That Cor-ona Viruss!
That Rona.

It has us all shook.


Thousands infected.


Thousands suffering. 


Thousands dead.


Now were all isolated  in seclusion.


We're  all being fed false information that's propagated with illusions. 


We've entered a 

 of face masks and sanatizers.

We do everything  within our power to slow the spread of this virus

We give so much attention to "it" we ignore the dis-esse that's been growing inside of us years.
fuelling our insecurities and stoking our fears.

Now we come up with all. these challenges to pass the time.

Concious yet still slumbering. 
sighted yet spiritually blind. 

You've been doing all these crazy challenges.....Well I challenge you to accept mine.

I challenge all of you to make the very best of this time.

I challenge you to check on your loved ones.

I challenge to assist those without sufficient means.

I challenge to spend quality time with your family.

I challenge you to finish that project you've  been blowing off before the quarentine hit.

I challenge you to stick to a fitness regimen and not quit.

I challenge you to utilize all your gifts.

I chanllenge you to say and post positve things during these times.

I challenge you to practice mindfulness and self- care daily.

I challenge you to be grateful for everything you currently have.

I challenge you to intellectually grow

I challenge you to accept what is gone.

I challenge you to let go of all henderances and move on.

I challenge you to end your own internal war.

I challenge you to "be" the change your looking for.


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