It is that time of the year again, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year! EVERY YEAR AT THIS TIME Every year Momma eats black-eyed peas okra , corn bread, neck bones, backbones and cabbage, oh yea, pig feet! Every year for the luck and great blessings she does it Every year she even goes to church, maybe even two or three times Every year she welcomes the family and even some friends to share in the ceremony Every year blessing and praying Every year Every year Momma shares a bright smile another year made... but really all the while someone is missing because of misdeed someone is not here because of dreams gone wrong someone is suffering because their mind took the wrong turn because of lighting both end of the candle, and in the middle they were burned someone was laid to rest, because of others misguided mess someone is confined in a cage of the oppressive system which denies someone was and is lost out in the jungle of being themselves, the self we told them to be and no one else Every year at this time we pray to be better... Every year we make, or refuse to make resolutions Every year we look at Momma, with a tear hidden in our eyes Every year we walk the streets avoiding stepping on the crack that makes us a lie... Every year we half heartedly try to be , the better us, I try to be the better me Every year we enter the test , striving wanting to be the best of what we think we need to be, more giving, more forgiving, more understanding Happy full of Godly glee Every year we look at others for what good they are to be trying to not see the real evil in what we really see. Every year we peer in the mirror of life, and reflect on the day and night seeking what will be said when the book of life is read. Every year the book gathers more and more dust, dust that will soon thicken to a crust of missed opportunities, insincere praise of others, and patronizing admiration of encouraging deeds Every year we tell them they can fly, as we clip their wings, and we watch them die... free falling into the abyss of wet dreams that don’t exists Every year we criticize the path they take and how they fly from flower to flower pollinating as they go bringing forth beautiful blossoms that other will have to raise and grow... Every year we cry, because the question we can’t answer ,WHY?
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 12:15:41 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015