you’ve distorted the picture…
ruined a painting that was becoming a masterpiece.
see masterpieces take time but it’s like you always want to press re-wind on the tape
instead of moving forward
so the picture isn’t what you imagined it to be
it still has potential
just not what you imagined it to be
you walk away, so good at walkin’ away no one ever gave you a real reason to stay
some say it’s easier to repair what you already have
is it really….?
so you’re torn between the ruined picture and the blank canvas
you know you have to decide or you could just let it ride
you’re an artist..you make things beautiful..you make love beautiful..and when one loves you it’s beautiful
is beauty overrated?..do busy, cluttered pictures not get enough appreciation?
we stare in awe at the seemingly finished masterpiece but we don’t know the hardships the artist faced on the journey
is it easier to repair a “ruined” picture? or is it easier to start again, heal again, paint again?
“Only you can brush away the clouds & make the sun shine.”
it’s everything you’ve ever imagined
and it’s surreal
yet it’s familiar
and everything is peaceful
you’ve reached where most dream to be
it brings you joy
you can’t get any higher
and why would you want to?
it’s the feeling of heaven
it’s the happiest place…and you can find it right here on Earth
many deny themselves of heaven, they don’t feel like they are deserving
Do we ever really make it out?
Here it is friday evening and I’m in the house relaxing. I had the opportunity to go out with family and I’m sure I could’ve hit up some friends to hang but I just didn’t want to. Something about having “me time” is so refreshing. I’ve been around children all week and I’ve almost lost my voice from all the yelling I’ve done. It’s nice to just sit in silence.
The areas I usually work in are urban or what America would call it “the ghetto”. When I work in urban areas I am exposed to different resources like the children are. I’m exposed to people with various viewpoints on the daily. Recently at work two of my co workers were in a debate about…everything they could think of. At first I was in the conversation but then as things heated up I took the back seat and decided to listen. My co workers talked about what children need these days, if it’s important to learn about Africa, is Africa the motherland, why we shouldn’t eat pork, shrimp, lobster, crab, etc. One thing that stood out to me is that my co workers had two different viewpoints one had an individualistic viewpoint and the other had a collectivistic viewpoint.
Is it solely about me? or is it about my people? How successful am if everyone else around me is suffering in some type of way? When we make it should we move out “the hood”? or Should we build up our communities and make our communities safe havens?
Throughout life I’ve always had this dream to become wealthy and live in a country mansion..but maybe I need to stay right here on the WestSide and make my side of town an ideal place to be. Maybe I need to continue supporting small black businesses with good service. And I need to learn more about my history as an African American, love myself and teach my people to love themselves.
WE ARE ONLY AS STRONG AS OUR NEIGHBORS. IF ONE IS WEAK, WE ALL ARE WEAK.