Son Light

Feels like 1960, and none of us were formed yet, a spark on the verge of ignition, the movement primed with momentum. Kings, princes, boys, and adolescents waiting to take shape and achieve mastery. Right after civil rights, right before civil disobedience. We were just an idea. One man's interpretation of unity, now a burgeoning trilogy. We grow, sometimes crooked, sometimes broken and reset straight. We fall. We lend a hand. We pick each other up, together we stand. Sons should always surpass their fathers. Hopefully, I've shown them the sun's path revolves around disciplined repetition and no matter how dark the night, trust in God and it'll be alright. I look at them and see light.

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Tonytocaa Camacho

Date: 4/1/2015 10:54:00 AM

TS,I ejoyed this read and your resolve,but sometimes I wonder thank you.. Tonytocaa

Tonytocaa Camacho
Date: 4/1/2015 11:21:00 AM

I think things could be better,but sometimes seem to go backwards, we have to be vigilant to make sure that things are done the right Way and not go back to The oppressive years,I have faith though..T

Ts Lewis
Date: 4/1/2015 11:01:00 AM

Thank you. What do you wonder? Do tell?