P.O.V.

The point of view you have on anything now is in no way what you would’ve imagined it would be at this point in life. Why? Because you have the ability to comprehend life and its happenings at a “past-life” level. Just conforming won’t get you to that level when you need to be , it’s an instinctual trait to be in tune. In tune with what? Consciousness. The ins , outs,  empathy , and apathy of it all. Some may call it street wise but this is an often made mistake.

Stones in the quarry

A stone as it stands is compressed rock mixed with and then God took his hands and made that the essence of man.

We emulate and repeat , making us concrete, he also says there’s no need to compete your all made from me.

The quarry is where you can find us, making the cement that will bind us.

Measuring men and their motives, 24in gauge to these boulders. Breaking them free And chipping off the rough corners , so they’re erected thusly, come let the plumb lean up on it.

We get the cement and we pour it , can’t let it sit for a while, master masons just do it , as we pull out our trowels.

Spread the cement all around even for the brothers we haven’t or won’t see for a while.

A young father

Health class movies ,like the lifetime movie poster above, have captured the fears of many kids that attended high school in the midst of "Y2k" and other various events of yesteryear that let us know we're getting old. This move came out in 2002 and had its leading roles filled by unknown actors and actresses at the time but this movie reaches students across the country more so because it depicted it from a "suburban" point of view rather than the cliche Africans in America held down by systematic racism.
The movie showed the progression of two high school sweethearts turned teen parents before they graduated. The choices the characters had to make when their friends were going out after prom and they had to care for their child.
Seeing this as an adult now shows me that this scenario plays out in so many different cultures and backgrounds the same with different outcomes. Why? It's 70% race 30% socioeconomic standing and fact being that the lack of preparation for parenthood and experience to work will keep you down if you don't adapt and learn very quickly.
Even though the odds are stacked highly against teen parents they make it out unscathed and kids are well adjusted , in most cases. Degrees of higher education are obtained and they enjoy the same quality of life as those who waited to have kids , with one advantage. When the friends that waited to have kids are 40 with a teenager you are living the high life cause your kids are grown and your wise enough to know what to do with your free time in your older age.

Emanon thoughts..

The thought that ones mundane everyday happenings are all going to be a distant memory soon is more than encouraging, it's a breath of fresh air. A formidable source of energy that fuels your fervency and zeal to reach your intended goal, leaving your present situation to its own devices. Your job , hustle , part time or full time is only getting you by while you work on your real purpose behind the scenes. Your dreams matter. Wait to long to pursue your dreams and they will elude you.

The human process

Empty words fill our bellies while words of substance line our trash cans, all while we wait for benevolence to transcend. Racing through life trying to make our ends before the end. Watching light bend around time as a ribbon to a pole, patience will wait to see what beauty is to be told, as anxiety will be untangled as the future unfolds. One can do all but make clear the confusion and delusion brought all on by fear. This exstinguishes hope as depression comes near, and sadness its companion since it’s the beginning of tears. Spanning the length of a circle learning from mistakes ones mood can return to a smirk to.

Humans?

Humans in general are wondrous creatures. All whom of which posses insurmountable features. 

While pushing he limits of normal through some acts that may be deplorable, most humans are generally kind. 

Though no germs detected their thoughts get infected and honor no longer erected then the word asshole comes to mind.

They will think and will ponder , no longer leaving their future to wander because success is nearly in sight .

When it’s time to bare-down some may choose to slow down, for success might give them a fright.

Yet for those who hold true who knows what they might do , for their zeal lets them know when times right.

When they sleep there’s regeneration, sort of a re gentrification for germs so their health won’t take a wrong turn.

As soon as it does and life is no longer what it was, they turn dust 

the same as they were created thus.

Pride. (a short story) by Christian Harvey

HOW BLACK?!
TOO BLACK!

HOW PROUD?!
TOO PROUD!!

 

The chants could be heard for miles as droves of black people could be seen marching only being seen in street light . The mob was dressed in all manners of fashions with weapons, pipes, bats , chains and God knows what else.  I was on the front porch when I saw some people I knew marching with their families. Even the kids my age had weapons and they were handling them with the utmost confidence as if they’d been training secretly for who knows how long. I looked at my watch to see how long I had til pops came home in the morning it was already late. 7:30pm the watch read I looked back up the street to the next street light to see if Dutch Palma and the rest of my friends were still in sight. I heard some one near by, “Yeerrp” they said sharply . It was Dutch with Menute and his brother Mansa ,”yerrrp whaddup Bro you heard what happened ?!” , they all exclaimed . “They shot an off duty cop who was tryna stop a crime in progress after he said he was a cop, I guess they didn’t believe him!?” We all sneered and said ,” FUCK OUTTA HERE” , in unison and burst out in resentful laughter. “Here” , Musa whispered and handed everyone a pair of brass knuckles and a switchblade. No one said anything as we didn’t know what was to come of tonight , no one did. “City ya pops home?” Menute asked is disbelief that I was allowed to partake in the current events. As honest I usually am I have an evasive answer, “I don’t know . I just came outside when I heard so many people yelling and banging pipes and dragging sticks against fences. I might as well stay out now if he is.” We all chuckled as we started to catch up with the younger crowd while the vast amount of people grew to almost all of the black community. What started out as a grieving family quickly grew to an angry group of people which spread from house to house in the community because we are all sort of close. We followed the chants to what seemed to be a poorly thrown together concert held in the biggest park in the black section of Trailton but was a rally for what was to be done with the corrupt municipal and state government we were dealing with . There was a group of 14 men up front and they walked through the crown making sure that every face present was black which took some time with all the people there , even with the help of their associates whom got to the outskirts of the gathering and stood guard there. When the men up front got the signal from various people among the crowd he began. ” We all know each other here look around,” the man paused and even looked around himself. ” There is no need for introductions and you know what we came here to accomplish ,” the crowd roared in agreement. ” This is how it will be done.” . The man opened a cardboard box ripping the tape and emptying composition notebooks on the table he was standing on . ” If you want things to change and want to be actively involved write your name in all capital letters . if you wish to be a non active but be involved by donating what ever you can write you name in lower case but do not sign in cursive please for legal reasons. We will be in contact with you in the order that your name was printed in the notebook. Thank you ” . People immediately printed their names eager for change rushing but in the most orderly fashion I had ever seen this many black people act before. By the time everyone in front of us signed it was getting late , my watch read 10:54pm I was worried my neighbors would call pop if she doesn’t think I was home but it was finally our turn. We all stood parallel to each other all four of us one at each table and wrote our names in all caps , despite the looks from the guys watching the books we did it. I wondered to myself why so many people were singing in all caps while we walked home. I must’ve said it aloud because Menute answered ,”Maybe it’s because they didn’t know who would be next if whites are killing black cops now to and getting away with it like its okay if your a white cop and shoot anyone black, good or bad.” We crossed the street and cops were everywhere in hopes of arresting someone but because it was so quick and so quiet they weren’t fast enough. Dutch added, “Aren’t they supposed to protect us?” Sarcastically. Musa questioned “Would it be the same agreeable people commenting if whites we being shot everyday for unnecessary things? To many lives have been lost at the hands of police because of the negative conditions of something people can’t help, the color of their skin.” He ended his tiny rant as we neared my house. “This is the beginning of a powerful summer.”, I affirmed.” Dapping everyone up before parting ways when got back to my house they walked on with the now more dispersed crowd of people.