Human

So when did we all just stop being human
And become Muslims, Christians, Jewish, Hindu, Buddist....
When did we all become
just black or white, Indian, Chinese, Native American, muslim, christian, jewish, hindu, buddist, gay straight....
When did we all decide to be warful....
When did we decide to become sensitive about tweets, cartoons, instapics?
When things keep coming and stealing our children's purity, and our children!
Wait, let that sink in,
Before we talk about the
Debauchery of our daughters and mothers' sacredness, robbery of our sons' strength and the larceny of our fathers' wealth and egos
The 100 'damnations' on our inheritance
Our lost humanity!

So we keep silent
In the face of drugs stealing our sanity; guns hosing down our homes; magazines stealing our identity..making us paper-thin till nothing is within.....
Till nothing matters.
Till nothing matters.
Except getting a few fickle followers and them advertising dollars!
We now all have the same accent,
Thank you globalization!
But no realization
That we are one!
One debased race with many faces.

So we build bombs, sell guns,
We even build the internet to find recipes...
To kill ourselves?
Then we send drones, humanitarian aid, have talks and all sorts of measures to save ourselves?
Yet we discriminate who gets on the planes to get the aid,
Yall remember Hotel Rwanda?
We make a script, we shoot a video, we shed a few, enslave a few...
Still no apologies, just a few dollars and the news talks about how they got an Oscar!
And we go ahead and bury our dead on credit!
Along with our integrity because tomorrow-we have to have forgotten this
So we can all just get along!

But we still won't know what it means to be who we are
We are so stuck in who we have become
black, white, ghetto, jew, rich, poor, terrorist, black, white, yogi, fatty, pop, democrat, hip hop, hip-pop liberal, dictator, fundamentalist?
Freedom of speech? 
Is this all it means to be human?

They will ask us and we won't know...
We will switch the channel to some reality show
To let them know
What the others have become
To get a paycheck
To get fame
To get a vote
To get a life
That is a lie
And say maybe this is who you can be...
You see son, 
Somewhere along the line
Someone forgot no someone Grainge chose....
To teach us how not to be human.

We can say devil and f&*k but we can never say God in a picture
The same policy used for the word 'NIGGA' and for Malboro Lights?
Let Yeezy get mad about a pole
Then we publish that!
Let people get mad about no 'living rights' and about not being able to breathe...
Watch Dailymail put a pic of someone's lard...
So we all get offended and distracted at that.

Being human, my kid is being mad at it all and not shootin' someone up!
You can't learn nothing when you dead
And neither can they!
True, you can teach from beyond-
But try and live for as long as you can
Because this ish always sounds better in your own tone..
They may not get it now
Or never get it forever..
But Jesus did it and this world is kind of better....
@Mamunaye

Dear you

In the beginning,

I needed you to want me,

To compliment me,

To touch me.

In the beginning I needed you

To make me feel strong,

To make me feel beautiful

Or just to feel.

In the beginning,

I needed you to teach me

To learn me

To keep me in check.

In the beginning,

I needed

you

John 15.19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you

To be or not to be....woman, wife, mother

To live to be called a daughter, a woman, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a great grandmother- I have had to be more than all these people call me. I have had to side-step the labels, the budgets, the haters as you call them now. I have had to respect myself above all things.I have had to honor that whatever God placed within me is sufficient to be called by all these names. I have had to believe that His Spirit lived in me. I have had to understand that His laws were written on my heart before I was born. I have had to learn to obey them since my youth.

Before I could obey or listen to your grandfather-I had to answer to the law of my father's house exercised by my mother. I had to do a lot of what I had to. When I asked the Lord to examine my heart to see my intentions-if he found anything amiss, He would chastise me before my mother spoke a word. But if I had already gone ahead without listening to Him, then my mother would speak and my father would act. To be a daughter; I brought joy, lessons, tears, conditional hate and unconditional love to my family. I was a carrier of my parents' legacy into my own home and life.

To be called a woman, I had to realise above everything that I was beautiful and... Beautiful and respectful, beautiful and intelligent, beautiful and humble, beautiful and peacable, beautiful with a purpose, beautiful and belonging to a Being higher than my own.

To be  called a wife: I had to heed his call. I had to accept the love and the awe he felt toward me. But I had to refuse the pedestal he offered and settle for the dust he walked on. I had to give him back everything he gave me all the days of his life and every single of mine. I had to repackage the love he gave me with respect. I had to repackage the orders he gave with loving instructions. I had to repackage his anger with concern. I had to repackage his somewhat wondering eye with more of my wiles. I had to repackage his sullenness with mystery. I had to repackage his drive with support; his plans with my action; his lack with my encouragement; his fear with my solace; his angst with my calm; his ego with my humility; his strength with my grace; his quietness with my thoughts and of course his thoughts always remained his. I lost myself in him, with him and by him...because I had given myself to him.

To be called a mother: I let every single one of my babies suckle life from me for as long as they needed. I let them learn with their hands; listen with their feet; act with their minds and love with all that is within them off course. I wonder if they took it too literally though. I taught them to teach and lead. I would not allow them to be followers. My children were the precedence-the pioneers.  I would never let them fight with their hands but with their dreams. I taught them from God's book. I sang to them from God's hymns. I loved their friends, cousins and neighbours so they would be close to me always. There is no place where they went that I never knew of, even if they thought they were far off. I enriched the community so much that I was not afraid if the community were to raise them because I had raised it.

To be called a grandmother: I let my children marry or be married and go forth and procreate. I opened my home to all my children's children. I kept the law and showed it to them. I made the meals they loved; the prayers they needed; the solace they sought and the authority they craved. I let their mothers be strong and impart their lessons. I learned from them too. I kept my tradition, my consistency, my strength.

To be called a great grandmother: By this time I had lost my sight but not my vision nor His vision. I heard my great grandchildren call me.I felt each of their soft hands caress mine. I felt them stare and wonder about who I was and what I meant. I stuck around. I let them bury me in their archives alongside the pyramids. I let them hear stories about me.

To be a daughter, woman, wife, grandmother, great grandmother is something I can hopefully pass on to you. To excel in these things is not by knowing it all nor doing it all-it is by just being. Everything you are or intended to be is on the palms of your hands. When you came into this world-your little hands were balled into fists. You were carrying the manuscript and all the gifts that God knew you would need to Be.