“Till” you decided to tell the truth

#EmmetTill #Time waits for no one but it will wait for#truth Truth -higher than any God, it’s grand reveal is not an ah ha moment but acceptance of reality even in its ugliest form and not the #perception for the purpose of keeping up appearances. So much undue pain, wrongful punishment at the expense of others. Time lost, never to be recouped. #Discovery of self has finally empowered you to speak the truth. YES, YES you are free from this weight you carried as you hid all these years!! The family of the real victim, for it was never you, and the village who shared in the real victims pain since 1955 should feel… There is nothing to feel, privilege allowed your lie to live and him to die. When he died so did the many generations within him. Has much changed today? Truth is backed with video yet and still the jury of our “peers” are filled with “perception-ists”, the privilege walk free while the real victim is left to rot along with the generations within. May your soul be restless for freeing of truth does not free you from your #crime.

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© Soulmuze 2017

We are on the menu

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Since we are in the age of shortcuts #X has become more powerful than when it was Malcolm’s last name. Let’s X-clude direct wording of #race #gender #sexualpreference #politicalaffiliation as we look at this #quote. Now take one change where main voices are X-cluded, example… Why do you easily accept a single group who cannot perform a particular task to make a decision for those who can? Shouldn’t the #handthatrocksthecradle have input into that which they are born with the power to do? Are they not needed to help create bodies for those seats? Is this an attempt to reverse time?Where are we heading? While we are waiting to see the alleged benefits, how many lives will we be losing through basement methods and lack of access #healthcare

© Soulmuze 2017

If you’re not blooming, fix your environment

If the situation doesn’t #nurture your growth; doesn’t #satiate your appetite; doesn’t #quench your thirst then #venture … Better to #explore than to rot. #Soulmuze

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© Soulmuze 2017

Malik from son to sun

Malik, I remember sitting on your grandmother’s steps on a warm night in June with your mother. She was 8 months pregnant and in full bloom. There was no doubt you would be a big boy, based on the size of her belly. We talked about different things but two things I always remembered from that night was her saying, ‘this baby always make me feel like I have to go to the bathroom,’ at that I couldn’t stop laughing. Guess it didn’t help that she looked like a cute Buddha sitting on the steps. The other, was when I asked, ‘so what brand of diapers are going to use?’ We both said at the same time, “Huggies!” Funny, how the weirdest things stay in your memory, for me those are usually the most valuable. As we grew older we followed the steps as they were ordered for us. I watched you grow and valued the random conversations we had whenever we saw one another. Unlike so many, you owned your mistakes and was always working on a resolution. Sometimes you would get angry when we spoke because success wasn’t coming fast enough. You just wanted the perfect place for everyone. Yes, you were an impatient youth but who wasn’t, at least you were not selfish. I can’t leave out how respectful you were, always said hello to my mother and asked her if she needed help with anything as you passed by. Never forgetting the lessons you were taught at home, priceless.

               Well, for some reason you made the decision that your work here was done. Being a true lion, once you make a decision everyone has to go along until further notice. It required great strength to make such a choice, maybe you thought it would create the perfect place for everyone. The results may not have worked exactly as planned, it created more pain from the emptiness you left behind. I think what you missed along the way was, the perfect place is not a place but a foundation that’s built in one thing “love.” You had that all along, but the negative obstacles kept obscuring your view, every time you started removing that obstacle it found a way to reposition itself. We can’t turn back time and if we could, the question then becomes, should we? All is never truly lost, for I am sure that not only a lesson will be revealed but a stronger foundation of love will evolve as a result; someone will not just hear but will listen and you will be acknowledged as a man of strength for that is all that matters.                      

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Blessings, love and light… Soulfully speaking

 Family…

Though his sun has set

Yours must still shine

You all will be together again in time

You will never understand why he chose to leave that way

But know he loved you more each and every day

Wife…

You were his best to his friend

You were his Mrs to his Mr

You were his light to his dark

He will always hold a special place in your heart

His Legacy…

Tell his children do not fear

Celebrate the love you all shared

Your protector…

The ending of his life forces a new normal to begin

He is your watcher and will make sure your lights will never dim

© Soulmuze 2017

Targeted Lives Matter

I have been sitting in the cut listening and reading people’s views on the concept of #BlackLivesMatter. I sat silently because its times like these you truly learn about the people in your circle. They expose their true thoughts and many don’t think before they speak or write. Thanks to social media everyone writes and once written it’s extremely difficult to retract. Why? We have all created a historical tag for ourselves.

Individually we write our own chapter in history, then like minds come together and there begins the creation of the collective which leads to segmented chapters. Now these segmented views can’t fit all into one book so volumes are created. Each book cannot stand on its own, as each contains its own problem(s) and spill over.  If we can solve the problem(s) before the spill over it can lead to the resolution in the next installment.

For those who know me one of my common answers is “just get over it” or “it is what it is.” However, that doesn’t work for every situation, definitely not when the issue relates to the countless mishandling of black people by law enforcement. I have seen my Facebook “associates” (all of them are definitely not friends) write “all lives matter so get over it”, “they need to grow up already it’s not just black people”, “omg they are getting on my nerves with Black Lives Matter, what the fuck about the rest of us”… and on and on.

So “what the fuck” about you? Well here’s the “fuck” about you and trust me I’m beyond grown up and you’re not that significant to get on my nerves. Maybe if you removed your horse blinders, rose colored glasses and stepped out of your respective ivory towers, looked at a reflection other than your own you would understand what the #BlackLivesMatter movement is truly about.

For the record I’m of mixed race, light skin, a woman, an immigrant, fully educated, have been subjected to racism and sexism from all walks of life. People find a way to section me like an orange and stick me into their group of choice and make me a target, be it good or bad.

Targeted lives matter does not ignore the fact that all lives matter. What it highlights is that we need to focus on resolving a problem in one of the volumes in the history books we have written to stop proliferation of it from one volume to the next.

You cannot ignore the fact that this country was built on lies, theft, immigrants, blood, sweat, tears, discrimination and it all seems to be stuck in a loop with a distinct emphasis on discrimination and blood. Who gives anyone the right to make the decision of who lives or dies based on color?

You are offended by the #BlackLivesMatter movement but when the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando became a one man killing spree which was clearly targeting the LGBT community you did not resound with such negative support. You even temporarily changed your Facebook profile picture with the rainbow overlay…

Wait, my bad because you have homosexual family members so it’s different.

When there are campaigns for Cancer, ALS, Lupus you don’t respond with “all diseases matter”…

Wait, Cancer runs in your family; your son’s girlfriend has lupus; you’re neighbors’ mother passed away from ALS.

When there are campaigns for Autism you don’t respond with “all birth defects matter”…

Wait, your son/daughter’s teacher has a child with Autism.

Things cannot only “matter” when you have a direct connection to it.

Interestingly enough you accept that people have different religious views and you may not agree with their practices. However, you don’t say “their religion doesn’t matter.” You may challenge translations but you dare not say “your belief doesn’t matter.”

Women of color are invisible victims at the hands of police brutality. Often times those cases go under the radar, so should the #BrownLivesMatter movement for women be snuffed out, just like those women have been unjustly snuffed out?

Recently I hosted an event in conjunction with Truth Healing Urban Girls which focused on the human trafficking epidemic of children. Where we wrong to focus on the sex aspect of human trafficking and only the children? We are fully aware that human trafficking impact men, women and children. It’s not limited to sex but labor, yet we chose to focus on our children.

If we don’t have people coming together to address a particular need we will never have hope for a resolution. Life is about numbers we don’t tackle the full problem we break things down into components. It’s elementary, in life is an order of operations.

So while you may view the #BlackLivesMatter movement as “ignorant” or “childish” many view it as necessary just like all of the many non-profit organizations that were formed to tackle a component of the bigger issue.

Better yet, every modern convenience we enjoy today is based on someone trying to solve a problem that will bring order to chaos or reduce the labor required to bring us comfort. We are so comfortable we take for granted what we have at the expense of another’s labor: indoor plumbing, electricity, transportation, stoves, washing machines, refrigeration, educational facilities, medical institutions, summer camps, backyard pools, clothes, shoes, technology… the list is infinite

I cannot tell you how to feel, think or what to accept nor should you tell those affected by modern day racism to “get over it.” When a bully attacks someone you know, your child, your family or you directly, try telling everybody “get over it.”

This is not a paper cut. Supporting a cause is a choice so you can choose to support or just stay silent. Just remember there are many warped minded people and at any time you can become a target because some feels “your kind” is not worthy to walk “their” land.

The same way there is a subset of racist law officers there is a subset of people who hate law officers. In both cases it’s the innocent until proven guilty who are walking bullseyes.

Yes we must address lives that are targeted in an effort to reduce bullseyes, restore order and weaken the enemies. Every war has a strategic focus and does not by any means devalue the needs or issues of others.

On a side note I don’t like abbreviating #BlackLivesMatter. Too many lives have been wrongfully abbreviated so let all the words for the cause be spelled out for as long as justice takes.

© Soulmuze 2016

 

 

#SayHerName… Sandra Bland

In memory …One year after the death of #SandraBland, who died in police custody July 13, 2015. Black women are the #invisiblevictims…

Did you think because her name was “Bland” her life had no flavor?

Did you believe rough handling was a taste she would savor?

Dragged, beaten, shackled … how do you justify that?

Was it because she was mouthing off, answering while black?

What really happened in that surveillance video you did not display?

Did you really want her not to see another light of day?

You chose a profession that’s not  easy to do,

At any moment the streets can kill you

Your job was to take a stand to protect every woman, child and man

Does protect mean they should all be purposely killed by your “righteous” hand?

I say “righteous” in a sarcastic way

For it appears that by your hand a life disappeared in some unrighteousness scripted play

Same script different cast

How long will this “justified” killing spree last?

Whatever you do you must have a story to clear you

Even if it means massaging truths?

Are you really hiding behind the badge and gun?

Living out “the most dangerous game” for fun?

Did she take her life in that cell because you stood there giving her hell?

Did you watch like the devil telling her this was the only way?

“Kill yourself! Kill yourself!” were those the last words she heard you say?

“Bland” absence of life is what she has become.

Another victim of a uniformed officer wielding a badge and gun.

SayHerName, SayHerName her death will not be in vain…

© Soulmuze 2016

Gray turns to red

Black History Month is upon us February, 2016… The year has changed and the issues remain the same. History, repeats and repeats. Yet still not getting the answers we seek…

Thoughts on the Riots surrounding the death of Freddie Gray (April 25, 2015)

Look how quickly Gray turned to red

Why are you not focusing on the reason this man is dead?

Displaying wonton behavior yes that is how we are supposed to act

Let’s proliferate the savage behavior yes we must

This will surely prove all cops are against us

Burn down our churches which was our ancestors place of sanction

Burn down our pharmacies which serves as our place for prescription

Destroy our communities in which our parents and those before them marched to have ownership … Yes OUR 40 acres!

Why the hell not!

We are young and angry so we will retaliate

And yes for us more jails they will make

And yes more rules we will break

And when it’s all said and done we will have won???

Your treatment is determined by your actions

Yes when you’re in jail they will truly gain satisfaction

Care packages, 3 squares and a cot

Boy you really showed them you’re the boss… now what else ya’ got?

Look how quickly Gray turned to red

Destruction in your eyes, have you forgotten the other colors in which our ancestral flag fly’s?… Red, black and green… Seen?

Tell me how your behavior wasn’t more than just a selfish act

Freddy Gray lost his life in a questionable  way

The riots you initiated just took focus away

This was not about you

It’s about entitlement of our rights and respect that we are due

It’s about penalizing those who don’t recognize we all share a common birth right:

Regardless if we are black, red, yellow, blue or white!

“We hold these truths to be self-evident that ALL men are created equal. That they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights…”

Look how quickly Gray turned to red

Eyes burning like fire, elevating your ignorance higher and higher

Kill or be killed living a modern western movie everyday

Until we look at the ground, turn on the hose to wash your blood stains away

Leaving families to mourn and the underlying problems are still unchanged

Look how quickly Gray turned to red

All the destruction you caused proved…<fill in the blank>

Wtf was running through your damn head?!!!

Guess what… justice still needs to be served and the dead remain dead

 

 

© Soulmuze, May, 2015

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What defines you as a mother? …

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The nurturing discipline you provide when they start to slide

The understanding ear you give them when they come to you to share

The emptiness you feel when they are away

The joy of celebrating their birthday

The things they teach you that you thought you already knew

The love and sensitivity they bring out in you

The new found patience you never thought you had

These things and more define unlike any other

A friend, a confidant, the role of a mother

It’s beyond birthing in so many ways.

Its unselfish acts you give until the end of days.

What defines you as a mother?

It’s not always clear

But you know you must always be there

It’s far from easy and often times lonely too

Nonetheless once tasked you must follow thru

What defines you as a mother is truly hard to say

But once you’re labelled as one it’s a title that can’t be taken away

© Soulmuze 2015

Everybody is talking about forgiving…

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“Time heals all wounds.”

Time… How much of it do we truly have? Wounds heal yet leave a scar to remind us of our injury. So how do we forgive for our scars never truly let us forget? As i think about all the jumbled pain I feel in an effort to find ways of reconciliation I come back to how much more time will I need to heal?

“We never know the day or the hour”

At this rate “When my roll is called up yonder” I will be transitioning with unforgiveness in my heart. Just the thought of that makes me a little more depressed. Many people could care less about letting go of anger, pain and heartbreak. For them it is all part of life, yes this is true, but do we want those things to become part of our death?

Holding on to these negative feelings kills a piece of you every day.  The snowball rolls increasing in size and the more it grows so does the bitterness and disillusionment of ‘how wonderful life can be.’ It chips away at the possibility of fulfilling dreams in this life… To the best of our knowledge THIS is all we have.

“So you live, so you die..”

I don’t want to take the weight of unforgiveness anywhere, do you? How can we be pulled up into the rapture if our hearts are heavy?  How can our spiritual souls travel the astral plains with weighted ankles?

“The longest Psalm has amen…”

We all have differing spiritual beliefs, despite those differences we share the common ground of wanting/needing to remove the weight of emotional pain. If we had the power to turn back time it would be to do things differently so we can release pain and increase love… Love ourselves, a person, a passion.

Time is not limitless, it’s precious and we waste so much of it…. So how do we begin to heal

The journey of healing and releasing those weights will take on different forms: prayer, meditation, exercise, charity work, music, writing, traveling, speaking … It’s all about replacement. Whatever medium you choose never choose the path of indifference or self -destruction.

When you become indifferent there are no feelings left and you become even more hardened to the world. Those ankle weights rise up weighing down your calves, knees, thighs… You become firmly set, like cement, and you have given power to the darkness.

That darkness fuels your self-destruction… Covering those weights with drugs, alcohol, wanton behaviors that often end up leading to self-assisted death. Pain so deep that the strength to heal is overpowered by the desire to die. You take temporary solace in self-destructive behavior to quiet the voices in your head that remind you of pain and raise the voices of darkness that convince you to eliminate pain by repeating acts of self-destruction. Then one day the voices are no more, you are no more. Did it fix your problem or just extend the cycle of pain to the loved ones you have left grieving, wondering how could I have helped? Why didn’t I listen more, see more…?

“Life is filled with pain and disappointment.”

Oh yes it is, for some more than others. One thing that holds true once you work through the pain and disappointment you can find renewed strength. You can be a voice to others, the ears to listen, the arms to hug, the hope for someone else.

What you needed you can now offer to someone else. When you become an anchor for another they will become an anchor for you.

Back to the beginning…is it that time heals wounds? I guess that’s a personal assessment.  the desire to heal starts within oneself and we must reach out to others so we will not rot within.

For me… My replacements are in motion and if they fail I will find better ones. I have no time to waste on people or things in which we don’t share a mutual level of value.

© Soulmuze 2015

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

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#blacklivesmatter #livesmatter

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light

Does the color of my skin make me a sin?

Does the texture of my hair determine whether or not you should care?

The whip marks from the backs of slaves transformed to tear streaked faces.

Confusion and question on why are there different rules for different races.

Jury of our peers what does that mean?

As I watch what has become a legal execution scene.

Maybe the laws of this land I just don’t understand.

How you can walk away when I saw you just kill a man?

Was your life in danger? Shhh, I must be silent, I must not question.

For on me you may turn your weapon.

Who fired the shot that started and ended it all?

Is death of the perpetrator always the final call?

Split second decisions are not easy to make.

But it always seems to end with a life you must take.

Was there ever a time when you shot to incapacitate?

Does a badge and weapon seal death as our fate?

Even to you my voice has no worth.

You started my journey 6 feet into the earth.

“I can’t breathe” you all heard me say.

Yet I was snuffed out anyway.

Instead of Miranda maybe you should just read my last rites.

Since black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

© Soulmuze 2014