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sitting here
with my scuba gear
ready to dive in
ready to arrive in
this old picture of you
this solidified fixture of you
thoughts of you still remain
so overflowing i cannot contain
i need a place to clear my head
so blank now is every space in my bed
i just want you back here with me
oh how i miss the essence of that glee
ever since the day of your ascent
i hear the morning sunrise of your sweet southern accent
my tears flow freely as my own tributary stream
there will be no other for it was you who made my heart beam
believe you me my the knowledge of my heart's mind is true
until my turn at the golden gates, i will truly love only you
others may come and others may go
when it comes to the Ebony Princess of my dreams, you will ALWAYS steal the show
as sure as i am sitting here
with my scuba gear
ready to dive in
ready to arrive in
this old picture of you
this solidified fixture....of you....
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of Wisdom
Prudent are all who live by it Psalm 111:10
AREN’T WE SUPPOSED TO have gotten past fear-motivated worship and
Punishment-avoidance spirituality?
Didn’t God-as-Big-Brother step aside for God-as-Loving-Father?
But is it not “fear of the Lord”
Still one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit that we receive at our Baptism
Affirm in our Confirmation?
Jewish and Christian scholars alike have wrestled with the Hebrew phrase Yirah Adonai
Offering varied and rich commentaries
Recurrent among the interpretations
“Fear of the Lord”
Means “awe and reverence”
As in this context
“Fear”
Can also refer to what we feel when we love someone
Deeply that we would do anything in the world not to hurt him or her
Or damage our relationship with love-ones
Taken together
Both meanings offer us profound
Wisdom towards growing each day in
Ever-deepening our union with God
I am different
I am unique
I am special
I am the first man on the earth
History tried to re-write me out of the scripts
Year after year archaeologist
Discovers my bones
My treasures
My artifacts
I am not a slave
I was made in God's image
I am a King
My people once ruled the earth
Who am I
I am different
I am just a man
Like any other man
My ancestors were enslaved
Raped, abused, cursed
Ridicule, spat on, accused
Denied, robed and beaten
Who am I
I am the first
I am not an ape
Nor am I uncivilized
I am not ignorant
As many will make you believe
My heart is not cold
I am not a migrant
Nor am I a fool
When I walk
I am stared at
I am not scary
I am just a man with color
I am tall, lean, well built, intelligent
Invented, well spoken and not ashamed
I am indeed indifferent
My eyes are brown
My hair is wavy
My voice echoes
Through the caves
I was born to be a leader
My ancestors built a nation
We are an intelligent, peaceful race
I am the first
Yet mankind choose to enslave me
They brought me at a price
To work their farms
To build their empires
To fight against my own
They brain wash me
Now I fight alone
Who am I
I am the first
Created in Gods image
I am important
I am no longer
Going to stand on my own.
It doesn’t do any good to mind your own business,
if you’re black, you’re going to get knocked down.
Makes no difference if a hundred people beg them,
they’re going to keep you pinned to the ground.
A child is ripped away, stolen from his mother’s arms,
and gets forgotten in a cage somewhere.
Lost and alone the young child begins to cry and beg,
but there’s nobody who will even care.
Chorus:
Surely. This is not happening in my America,
all this news just has to be fake.
This does not happen here in my America,
there must be some kind of mistake.
It’s the land of the free in my America,
you can be anything that you want to be.
It’s full of milk and honey in my America,
where everyone has a right to be free.
The white, the black, the red, and brown,
each say they know what equality means.
But each will hold a knife at the throat of the other,
and we can’t agree on a Goddamned thing.
Every person works hard for the money we make,
but it’s not enough to even get by.
The rich folks tell the government puppets what to think,
and we will keep on believing their lies.
Repeat Chorus:
We keep on burning, looting, and pillaging our friends,
while they are busy building street blockades.
People turn their backs toward our American flag,
and take a knee when our anthem is played.
Removing our statues, our memorials, and graves,
if we erase our past, we’re doomed to do it again.
How will we ever figure out where we are headed,
if we don’t even know where we have been.
Repeat Chorus:
Do you remember that American dream,
that we had way back a long time ago?
When fathers still told their children,
work hard to get to where you want to go.
We can’t even come together long enough,
to perform this one single task.
Believing in ourselves and our future,
how can that be too much to ask?
Repeat Chorus:
So go ahead men, women, and children,
keep on looking for that free pass.
If we are not willing to do the hard work,
then our nation will end up in the trash.
(Repeat Chorus and Fade)
Free my people from the chains that confine us
From the constant humiliation
And hurtful ways that blight us
Demeaning in purpose
Senseless in intent
Put down your tools of discord and relent
Bring us peace and harmony
And not the constant lament
Free my people from the bondage
Tethered around our necks
That you keep tightening
Causing pain in our mothers breast
Give us peace, let us rest
Let us illuminate the world
Of which we are blessed
Give us opportunities to be our best
Free my people from the maze
Of turbulence, denials, confrontation, and hate
That is inflicted from cradle to the grave
From the subjugation, that is laid
Cant you realize we are the same
Flesh and blood, love and hope?
Free my people so we can be a part
Of a cherished existence
One with a compassionate heart
Free from the strife that blight us
Distorting our existence and daily life
Its our privilege, its our right
Do not steal our glory
Or darken our light
Free my people of the lies
That is portrayed in history
Right before our eyes
Of our glory that is taken
Now heads bowed, we are broken
From the constant onslaught
Of a negative design
That has unhinged our people
Leaving them behind
Free my people from the wanton evil
That is not of god but of the devil
Not of the scriptures, but of a time
When indiscretions and frailties ruled your mind
We call on you to be just
Open your minds, with mutual trust
The pigmentation of the skin is of nature
So how can you praise god
And despise his creation?
For the diversity it heaved
From it's spores, it's seeds
As nature replicates its difference
Why not celebrate this beauty
Why not pay it reverence?
That of the one seed planted
Many trees and branches vaunted
Each a necessary part of expansion
Not to be made a tool of division
But a celebration of diversity of life.
Gone are those who blurred the way I see myself. Gone are the hours I spent scouring over every imperfection. This is the time in which I finally step into my light and not worry if it’s too bright for others to handle. I am no longer the trembling girl I once was. My bones will no longer clatter like thin branches in the wind, no longer snap like a rubber band pulled just a little too tight. I use this battered skin to form the wings that will carry me to my destiny. And though the scars will always remain, they will share my story. They will stay as a reminder that everything beautiful and strong was once helpless and weak. I will pull myself from the depths in which my past has placed me and finally give myself the love that I had so long reserved for others. I’ll wear my hair like the crown it is, my clothes like armor that show the world just how powerful I am, and my skin - with all its scars - as if they are medallions for every battle I’ve ever won. No longer will I apologize for the person I’ve become. It’s not like anyone apologized for making me this way. I now feel the luxury of bathing in the jealously of those who try to dull my shine. Even diamonds fail to compete with the brilliance I exude. This is my time, a time that has been postponed for far too long. So to those who doubted me, I say, gone are those who blurred the way I see myself. Gone are the hours I spent scouring over every imperfection. Now, ready to love the goddess I’ve become, it is time to step into my light, and to hell with who it blinds.
(For all the girls in Kwa-Zulu-Natal)
I am the Dahlia of Durban, a dramatic, dazzling
detonation of pure, palpable power and passion.
My layers are like the waves of the Indian Ocean:
deep, complex, powerful and utterly unstoppable.
I bring the heat of the Durban sun in my petals,
fiery, furious, fabulous display of sheer force.
I do not bloom; I explode into being, shattering
all previous notions of beauty with force.
I am a living, breathing, blazing masterpiece that makes
fireworks seem quite and grey.
To witness me is to surrender to the overwhelming,
outstanding, over- the- top majesty.
Things between us have changed.
Pretending only presents the underlying problem.
We spend our time in seperate rooms.
The television on two seperate channels.
Still unable to find what we're looking for.
Demanding peace unwilling to press for change.
The thing's we said we'd never do.
Complete faith that we'd never walk pass each other.
So much as a single word.
Strangers in wait that it will get better.
If it isn't you, I can't go on.
Good or bad.
Being forced to pretend that everything is alright.
Another show airs.
Demanding attention else where.
I am trying,
But can't keep flipping past the infomercials without being tempted.
Searching for a happy ending
Ghanaians are beating
The drum of shame
For Nigerians
Which they will later dance to
Calling Nigerians in Ghana
All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding
Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes.
Ghanaians are on the street
Creating scenarios
Nigerians the villains
Forgetting they triggered it
Forgetting what their Ghanaians
Are doing to Nigerians as well
No country without a foreigner
There are also foreigners here in Nigeria.
See Ghanaians on the streets pretending
They're perfect and absolutely innocent
Because of the acts and misconduct
Of few Nigerians in Ghana
Now they're protesting for disunity
Your mind is the greatest treasure, work on it
If we can't unite and live in
Oneness, peace and unity within ourselves
Who or where else!?... Let love lead us.
Almost Time
If you say my mind is dark,
then wait until the light goes out.
I write about the earth's pain
and the suffering that's coming about.
The happiness that we once had
is now an afterthought.
I'm just a woke person with a shining light,
walking through the dark.
The nature that I live in
has taught me so much.
The brightness in my mind
is the rainbow of touch.
It secretes the knowledge
to the above-mentioned,
where the mental tries to escape
out of physical detention.
Now, it's time to elevate
to the highest degree.
Stop letting the world see you blind
when you know you can see.
Let's leave the shackles in the closet
and open up the door.
Release the energy of negativity
and be much more.
Let the world taste your desires
and fearless ways,
so we can rejoice
and live out our last days.
By: MELVINJOHNSON2026