I believe in God.
I believe in God as a positive force.
I believe in God as a spirit and not some real old man with magical powers that lives in a far off magical place.
The damage has been done. Nothing I can repair. Consequences are mine to bear
… old men and depression
If you look at me and see a black man then you fall short of recognizing, understanding, and appreciating the real person that I am.
But if you look at me and see a man who happens to be black, now we (you and I) are on our way to true freedom.
So yesterday I had to result to using my bike to get to work as my vehicle isn’t currently running. Naturally, that caused a few eyebrows to raise at the job. Well, that’s okay. People will do that.
These aren’t my words. They were written by a Facebook friend, but they speak of my sentiments so clearly regarding my spiritual faith and religion that I wanted to share
I betrayed myself and ushered my heart’s head into a concrete cornerstone courtesy of a self inflicted sucker punch.
How is it that I can be so easily written off?
An excerpt from an email to a friend..
I have so long tired of working in an environment where speaking with people of our race is split between broken English concealed through thick African accents and/or institutionalized Ebonics. Where subject matter rarely rises above sports or the appeal of some woman’s phat ass.
The chancellors of lust have always held a strong and vocal presence in the parliament of my mind. Too often have the callings from their committees held the swaying votes on critical decisions.
“Being reduced to a catch phrase slogan that’s tossed around for political brownie points. Is that anyway to treat a person?”
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