With the tears of yesterday let's build today. Not for greed like our oppressors but for equality. The past will not be rewritten but the choices we make will determine our our success or fall. Don't be fooled by the trimmings of the leaders who encourage crime like our oppressors, but for the inclusion and ownership of our business and our wealth to be dispersed amongst its citizens . Unless we collectively enforce this call we will always be the slaves of the wealthy. On the world stages our people are rich in wealth but forget their brothers and sisters who lives in poverty in Africa, thus ensuring that we will always be enslavement to the oppressors. We are full now is the time for unity amongst the divisions .the call to unite is our duty to take back our resources that is given for peanuts and returned to us for our wealth. The elite will only use us as they have proven by giving only to their own while we wait for handouts just to feed ourselves. Rise to the call of incision and equality. don't run to Europe and America who promises wealth and takes everything just to enslave you again . one Africa for the people of Africa.
Failure was taboo, in a world full of expectations
Success was a burden we were forced to carry,
And burnout was a truth mistaken for laziness
Perfection was a cursed pushed on to black children,
And yet when we exceed it still isn’t enough,
Rest was a heaven we were promised after death,
And life was a test of struggle to get there
White kids are allowed to be average,
And are rewarded with excellence
But us being called average was a privilege we never got
Instead we would be criticised for breathing the wrong way,
And if we complained, we were called a problem
The system was built to break us,
Education is just a trap to bait our reactions,
Excluding us from the conversation,
But complaining about our ‘silence’,
This a silent strategy of educational violence
They erase our history, then they erase our voice,
A system favoured by bias,
Means in the end we will never get a choice -
To have our say,
Or to make space for our excellence,
School was never about inclusion -
But to send a message to all black children
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
I’m really becoming concerned,
For my brown and black friends that are not being heard.
Their voices matter.
It really concerns me.
That we’re all heard, for all of eternity.
The same haunting voices keeping the hate going.
The same old tropes. The things that destroy us.
The awful things we repeat.
The things that cause so much misunderstanding and heat.
This disease within us.
If we can’t cure it.
It will ultimately be a cancer.
That kills us!
But...
Think of a world,
Where everyone’s passions, ideas and knowledge,
Were all considered, all inclusive.
Can you imagine the huge strides we would make
In science, art, politics, medicine and more.
Instead of using maybe,
Thirty percent of the population’s ability.
We could have all of everyone’s capacity.
I wish for the latter, it would be so much incredibly better.
Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
Inclusion is the particle.
The molecule who gives me a little look.
While I lie down, but not relaxing.
On this hammock, hurting.
Inclusion is a pair of shorts that I used to like.
Aren’t worn out, just don’t wear them.
They aren’t too tight.
I just can’t and no one knows why.
Inclusion.
Eating cereal bars.
Which are like cereal.
Get tossed in my bag sometimes.
Inclusion is the particle of me.
Doesn’t live, just pretends.
Can’t be seen, but they pretend that it shines.
While I sit in the corner eating alone.
Embrace.
Take time and give me clothes that I actually like and wear.
Don’t ask why I hate certain cereal bars.
Just let me hand you the baton that sparkles.
Embrace is-
Never too tight.
Lying down becomes a part of me.
Tossing my favorite snack in my bag to take everywhere.
Embrace every particle of me.
Not just the one you think you like.
And maybe-
We like the same things after all.
Okapi thought he was a horse
Attempted to blend in, of course
Zebras kicked him out
Horses ran about
But okapi had no remorse
I may be hooked on kush
my body bruised and worn
wandering the streets of Freetown
but I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not pay my taxes
can’t even clean a gutter
but this land is still my home
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not make decisions to sell state companies
or pass laws for pregnant girls in school
but I carry this country’s name
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
So if I don’t snatch your phone
don’t break the locks to your home
reach for me, teach me to see
there’s more to life than kush alone.
Remember the people
Whoever they are
Wherever they are
Whatever they do
One solution is no solution
Remember the people
Today I’m blessed with the task of clearing up some confusion…
when it comes to DEI- diversity, equity and inclusion…
Personally I’m am mortified…shocked…dismayed…appalled…
why when it comes to DEI…people are confused at all
Diversity, equity and inclusion will always make our country…our world strong…
anyone who agrees will always be right…
and the rest will always be wrong.
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
fall color gem stone
hematite inclusion quartz
pleasant red neat light
When dragons ruled the atmosphere
gliding here, and then flying there.
No battle waged on kingdoms where
the magical beasts made their lair.
The wind blew strong beneath their wings,
whispering wise, wizardly things.
As though angelic chorus sings,
their smoky song of solace brings.
Calling for calm against the wrongs
that other beings flung in throngs.
Let us live and sing soothing songs!
This land to everyone belongs!
"Peace!" They implored throughout the sky.
In formation, they flew close by
signaling in soft lullaby
that fearful others heed their cry.
Though they flew throughout darkened set
of sun and rise of moon – not yet!
Scathing hate spewed from whom they met.
Unwilling hearts to live and let!
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Mankind,
Choose kind,
Happy brains, the best,
Global inclusion, our quest,
Freedom, peace, life's zest!
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