The energy between them was like nothing they’d ever felt before.
A force undiscovered by man, but very present between them. It was a strange, unexpected phenomenon that neither could control. All he knew was that when she looked into his eyes she could see him whole and naked, skin desecrated with insecurities of his past. A man, tainted by his mistakes but made stronger by his triumphs. Defeated so many times, he started to accept it as his destiny
When I see you I see a truth, camouflaged in robes of pain and regret. I see a sweet soul tired of being everyone’s gladiator but her own. She wants out…an escape from this demanding reality. To somewhere untouched and pure, where she can allow herself to just..
My voice….I’ve been asked to share it
But most times it’s just diplomacies
to combat their controversies
conjured by jacket and ties
with agendas for their big agencies…
But if I was to speak out, you would hear the revolution in my cry
Because I, am a child of Marcus Garvey
a string in the Tuff Gong’s guitar
a single current in this air of revolution…….waiting
Frustrated, Tired, trapped in a space of false pretence
Emancipated…no, emancipendence…but still recognize a Governor General in residence
When will we break away from this mental debt trap that the Maasas have us living in…
and stop starving our minds with their empty truths
When will we stop taking their monies, only to give them back!
taking their money and giving them back! Take, Give! TAKE, GIVE!
This cycle of “unprogressiveness” labelled as a strategy for growth..
meeting their targets, while creating more targets of our unsuspecting Jamaican citizens…
How much more children need to go to bed hungry to meet their targets??
How much more slashes to the back must our dollar endure to meet their targets?
How much more targets must we make of ourselves to meet their targets?
My brothers, my sisters, we are the ones we’ve been waiting for
We are the fire, we are the guns, we are the war that we’ve been praying for..
WE ARE THE REVOLUTION that will NOT be televised..
but tweeted, posted and SHOUTED….from the throats of change..
– G.B, in collaboration with L.K and K.H
There are going to be times when your YES is outnumbered by their NOs and you start doubting the motives behind what you’re doing
They’ll make you feel like a fool playing a fool who doesn’t know she’s a fool just so they can get that chance to rule your intentions
But you can’t let them in. No, correction, you should NEVER let them in because the day you do that is the day your dreams start to lose air and descend slowly into their bay of mundane realities
Check your heartbeat, memorize its rhythm, and try to mimic its calm and gentle consistency
Make a pact with the sun to always bring out the shine in your smile even when your world is too cloudy to produce one
Be mindful that you come from a line of goddesses that ruled with their pride as their shield and their struggle as their weapon,
so please, don’t limit your capacity to be strong..
Be patient, and faithful that the greatness inside you will surface when the time is right
Let your diligence be your staff and your intuition be your compass as you navigate your way towards your purpose
Always remember who you were before you embarked on becoming who you want to be, and keep that person close to you in the discovery process
You were wonderfully written as a sonnet for Hope..each line characterized by your strength of character…each word representing your individuality..each period accenting your beauty.