History (Daytona 500)

History of a race that never had a chance in the race to victory lane. Knowing your lane assignment was not a problem but staying in that lane would be the hardest thing to accomplish. Imagine playing outside in the yard with a sibling and suddendly a two-story bus appears. Five unfamiliar faces step off the bus and ask you to take a ride with them. In your mind you hear your mothers voice saying, "never talk to strangers!" You and your sibling turn to make a run for the house but are detoured by nets around the head. The unfamiliar faces grab you and place you on the bus. Pause! At this moment the race hasn't even begun but the race is beginning to take a massive hit. This bus is going to depart to an unknown destination and place the kids on an airplane. Disturbed, are we? History doesn't wait for anyone. The kids realize this first hand. It's been 10 years since that tragic race fell upon this race. Forced to race without shoes or adequate food nor water. Forced to live a lie while knowing the truth will someday set them free. A fight during the race has awaken the spirit of a mighty racer. There once was this racer that refused to take a pit stop after another racer because of rules and regulations. She continued to race so that the nation would have no choice but to open their eyes to this great race. A mighty racer appeared on the track and put the pedal to the metal. He changed the game, he lead this race for many laps. Once he crossed the finish line he held the checkered flag high and said, "I have a dream!" See this race had an unfamiliar race on the track but equally the track is divided. The lines were erased and in 2008, that mighty racers dream rained tears of joy.

Shackle -Free

I’s a been wantn to read for I’s a can vote

Massa says we’s not smart for voting

Keepn us down, tryna be up fors the children

Freedom aint free, see these shakles

A change a gon come dis I’s a know

This book will a show us the way

Knowledge is beginning to form

In this dorm we will adorn all forms

Traveling beckons only the weakened

The strong shall prevail, nevermind the massa’s intention

From the ship to the house, this book is true

No clue, no truth, all lies, see the spies

Recognizing the lies, here is the clue, watch the spies

Jump aboard my people, we have arrived

The shores had no idea of the power trampling along its surface

Hand held high, books in our pockets, shout

Believe only what is proven and disengage unnatural rights

Our ancestor’s faith will forever be instilled in this voice

Lingo, slang, incorrect, remember that the only thing they were allowed to do was be slaved

Speak correctly; nows I’s a know whens the road stops, it rises

Kay massa, follow the drinking gourd, yessah massah

Intellectuals will align for the struggle and better mankind

The people have spoken; the rest will forever hold their peace

But that piece of mankind will forever reside on that side

Of the mountain shall I say, replay the past but no need

History will continue to show how we've overcome

We will continue to overcome…….

Outside I think......

  
I'm just cooling outside and what do I see? I see a flock of birds sitting on the roof top across the way gathering their thoughts. It's as if they are assembling for the upcoming election to nominate the competitors. Next a owner and his dog walk by which catches the attention of another dog within his prison like confinement. Territorial and quick to jump at the chance to show who has the bigger bowling balls. The sky is marveling at its own physique and who am I to knock its hustle. Future hall of famers? Two young kids come out of the breeze way carrying two concealed weapons which resemble the shape of basketballs. A relief of hard work echoes with each bounce of the balls off of the pavement. Father-daughter relationship is being admired as the two pace back and forth, up and down the sidewalk. Suddenly a motorbike roars by erupting the silence into madness. Parallel parked vehicles shine in place of the missing sun and the wax is oh so shiny. Outside I think.......

Random Mother's Day gift.......

I thought I would share my mother's day gift for 3 special women in my life. I hope you all enjoy this piece.

A Mother…..

Seldom Takes Excuses Positively, Hoping All Never Issue Explanations,

(A Mother’s) Life Exemplifies Numerous Accomplishments,

Joyous Occasions, And Never, Never, Ever…..

Stops Tilling Earthly Purposes, Happily Assisting Negative Individuals Effortlessly

Loving Everyone Nonstop Above

Juries, Objections, Accusations, Naysayers, Nonbelievers, Excuses.

(A Mother) Steps Toward Everyone Properly, Honestly And Nicely, Including Evil.

 (A Mother) Learns Early, Never Assume

Just Observe, And Nullify Non-sense Equally.

(A Mother) Shares Tales, Expressing Past Hierarchy’s Allowing Nurturing Investors Equality

(A Mother) Listens Efficiently, Noticing Action

Justifying Opportunities And Never, Never, Ever…….

Stops being A MOTHER

Preview of L.A.S.T.

Gerald did not want to face reality but it was sitting just outside of the bathroom door. As the water sprinkled from the shower head, his body seemed to bob and weave as if it was defending itself from the drops. If only he had deleted that Twitter account, none of this would be happening. It all began when he gave in to the social network movement that seems to be taking over the world. Everyone on campus was chattering about how fly it is to be able to interact and follow one another almost at the speed of light. So why not give in to the trend. After his last class on Friday, Gerald ran into Maximus a.k.a. Max and Carlos, his Hispanic compadre. The three of them met at freshman orientation and had managed to land a small apartment together. Max was excited that he had a date with a senior sorority chick that he met on Twitter. Gerald and Carlos laughed because they did not believe him, being that they were still in their first year. Max pulled out his phone and showed the guys a direct message from a beautiful young lady. He smirked and walked away. Carlos chased after Max but Gerald remained frozen in one spot. Thoughts of blind dates and faster migration of the female species consumed his mind. "Should I take advantage of this technological advancement?"

Flawed Perfection

 Believing in something is okay but not believing in something makes you an outcast or an alien. People tend to forget that it all began on a belief. Creation of a perfect being gone wrong is my interpretation of the event. Gone wrong may not be the best words to use but flaws before perfection is. Every person has a flaw or two or maybe even more than that but believing in your flaw is actually an act of perfecting. Think of it like this, no one likes to accept their flaw/s because accepting one could result in revealing a weakness. We truly believe that accepting a flaw is a weakness! "Belief gone wrong," so why not believe in nothing and become an outcast? Alienation is self inflicted when an individual doesn't accept their flaw, which makes it  impossible to believe. Anything is possible, right? This takes us back to the beginning of this post; believe in something or hover off to outer space and join your fellow aliens.

Quiet Girl by: Langston Hughes

I would liken you

To a night without stars

Were it not for your eyes.

I would liken you

To a sleep without dreams

Were it not for your songs.


The piece above did not interest me at first but once I read it a few times it moved me to remix it. Langston Hughes is my favorite poet because he has a way of making his words jump up off of the page and dance like they've just been released from slavery. I'm beginning to read as if I'm learning for the first time and can actually visualize every letter as if their heart beats are pounding my pupils from left to right. Below is my version of "Quiet Girl" by Langston Hughes, enjoy!


Let me show you the universe

Where the galaxies leave you star struck

Just close your eyes my dear


Let me show you the universe

Where dreams come true

And dreams sing songs of you