ruined masterpieces

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 Printthe artist faced on the journey

is it easier to repair a “ruined” picture? or is it easier to start again, heal again, paint again?

 

it’s comfort

it’s everything you’ve ever imagined

and it’s surreal

yet it’s familiar

you smile

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

inlove,heaven,in love,heaven

you tried..Warsan Shire is Brilliant

“You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”warsan

Even if you in a Benz, you still a….

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.

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