My Inspiration

You are my inspiration

You are the reason oppression is a wicked enemy

That wicked villain

Silently prowling, waiting for the next opportunity

To mangle and rip through the flesh

Of the descendants of Kunta Kinta

As if it that were the reality

But the real is

That the steel kids

of generations of real men

And diligent women

the forsaken…

the beaten but not broken

Complaining but not faking.

With a fortitude, considered legendary

Their voices pierce through the wavelengths

Of the multitudes of potential Huey Newtons

And Malcolms targeted with and X

Im encouraged…

Because we are Kings with Dreams

Of freedom

Ringing with the voices

Of the past saints

Who were treated as if they were ain’ts

I mean ants

we are ants

Working for the good of the colony

we do work…

local merchants

Overlooked giants with great purpose

The holy horn embracing his soapbox

Giving sacred spirit to nations

The invisible one you passed this morning

Suffering with the burden

Of deprivation…

still pushing for equality with the average joe

The student living in the abundance…

…of debt

Still climbing mountain tops

Searching for the hallowed jewels of wisdom

I salute you…

The forgotten legend

Posting on his pulpit inspired by liquid courage

Buts it still courage

an undermined virtue

I mean real courage

agape

Sacrificing for external existences

You make me believe that

If only one would be for all

Maybe all could be for one

Making differences just that

Nothing more

Not the stumbling block that tripped up populations

But the diversity that builds a great nation

That sweet sensation

Delicate vibrations

from communal relations

its inescapable…

Since all we have is each other

let’s just learn to live with one another

- Savage Soliloquy

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