The Battlefield

 The mind is a battlefield

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I know you've heard it before

Enlisted as a soldier, a Sargent, a Colonel

When you didn't even sign up for war!

On the front lines 

You wait, until the order is made clear

Grappling with life; whether to live

Be a champion of challenge, or wave the white flag

Show your enemy, you are no longer resistive

But you can't do that!

No, the warrior in you won't let that slide

So, "you live to fight another day,"

Putting on heirs of bravery while being pummeled

Inside the front lines of your mind

Your field of operation is confronted daily

In a war which doesn't want to end

Forced to pull out all the secret weapons

Keep your head above the water

Overcome in simple seconds

Yes, the war is at full throttle

And you may be one solitude of many:

Pilot, Quartermaster, Field Artillery,

Military Police, Med Services & Infantry

Yet, there is a secret

Hidden away in smoke & mirrors

Trying to confuse what can so plainly be seen

You see YOU, YES-YOU

Have got what they call Triumphant Victory

This is the end to it all

The "Grande Finale"

And the crescendo of a theatrical symphony!

Not only do you win

But the POWER at work within

Gives you assurance of the mental enemy's

Constant defeat

A Moment in Time

A moment, not a step back

I will "keep,"

In the words of Walt Disney,

"Moving forward"

But if I could steal a moment

I would most certainly do that indeed

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Sitting on my grandmother's porch

Basking in the glow of the sun

Shinning down & caressing me with its warmth

I'm living it up in "Stick Town"

And Summer has made her welcome yet again

Five year-old me; slouched down in my seat

Staring out at trees

As skinny as I used to be

But I am happy 

Because this scene encompassed all I 

Thought I would ever need

The trees, the porch, the sunshine, and me

Long slender branches

Wave, standing tall as I dreamed for me

Claiming the name themselves

For which the town came to be

Sticks, everywhere

As far as my little eyes could see

Sprouting up to the heavens

And growing stronger every day 

The sun and sky would meet

Yet holding still, to a youth we both shared 

Not caring who's looking

Just happy to be right there

I'm not alone though

Besides the trees, my grandmother sits next to me

She to my right, my baby cousin on the left

We wear matching dresses

Checkered in white and green

Sewn together in love

With Grandma's own hand;

So strong, so loving

So soft, so lean

We sit together in peace

All taking in nature's magnetic scene

This right here;

That's it

The moment, the time

The scene

The company; a dream so real

If I could, I would

I'd take it, then move on

And get back to being me

Blackness White-Washed

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Why is there the need for me to explain away my blackness?

We are a group of one culture, but just as individual as we please.

To be ashamed of the color, the tone, and the race to which GOD made me

Well, that would be a “shame fo’ GOD”indeed

Who told you that the crafting of GOD’s work was something to be 

Made fun of, put down, accepted as the lowest underdog; suited only to look at others with eyes that beg and plead

To be apart of their acceptable nature; one that looks nothing like me?

I’m not explaining myself, for being myself, just because you feel it’s a need

Not for me no, but for you, to keep you, in your own mind superior, so you can look in the mirror & like what YOU see.

That picture, when I truly sit & think about it, is such a pity 

You need ME, my people, my color, my culture, to be lower than you, just so YOU can feel the slightest bit worthy

-Passion