Poem 195
We can’t hold our breath
Waiting for things to just
Automatically change
For we have seen and experienced
All that has come with this
Which is nothing at all
As a downward spiral
Feeds our calamity
And much downfall
Pitting us against one another
Hating on and having severe division
Among our sisters and brothers
Divided and conquered
And just how many of us
Really sit
Think and wander
Observe and ponder
Over all that has befallen us
And ask the million dollar question
Haven’t we all had enough
Hasn’t all of this and more
Become too much
And as such
Much change is sorely needed
As an absolute necessity
And no longer optional
Because for us to get back
To being strong and powerful
Energetic and optimal
We must do more
And unite now and forever
Instead of once more
And began to open
More windows and doors
Reaching within from our very core
And truly seeking the spiritual more
Not expecting things
To just happen
Because as you all
Can clearly see
And going well beyond
My mere but truthful speech
Have lived and seen
Have succumb to and breathe
So many atrocities
That are countless it seems
As more and more
Of our real history
Is breaking out
And coming out
From behind the trees
Reeking and bleeding
All over everything
With lives that are begging
For a reprieve
And been ready to leave behind
Such chaotic things
For we
Can no longer afford
To await with bated breath
As we are dwindling down
Each day and night
To less and less
And being subjected
To more darkness than light
For we must fight
For the liberty and right
To a full life
And one that can be
Truly bright
And no longer dim
Or just plain blown out
For our unity
And more love for ourselves
Should be what we
Are all about
And without
One morsel of doubt
To live and be
As we were intended
Instead of shadows of our
Former selves
For we come from
Royalty and dynasties
Along and among
Many other fascinating
And melanated things
Not as so called history
Seems or deems
But rather for real
The happenings
Not just passing stories
In the night
Or in the middle of the day
And feeling some way
About it that is far less
Than it ever should be
And truly hoping
That we all can agree
My dear sisters and brothers
Of a massive
Sun fed
Dark skinned
And melanated family
Unique
And essence supreme
For the time has come
To embrace such things
All over again
And the time of
Being and feeling
Like less or nothing
Needs to come to
A final and abrupt end
As this is the situation
No more segregation and separation
Among us
Time to make a real fuss
About this with clenched fists
And resist anything else
As we come together
In true revitalization
And make this known
Across all the earth
And all of the nations
For the time has come
To reach the mountain top
In full unity and active participation
And to no longer have us
Holding breath in anticipation
Quiet Storm In Motion
Quiet Storm In Motion 