To Lady Liberty

Words of frustration hit my lips like a cold wind. Thoughts of anxiety and oppression hang on me like loose clothes. Can't understand how I got here. Don't know if the light at the end of the tunnel will fade out before I'm able to reach it. Can't obtain salvation. Can't avoid damnation. Stuck on a rock called a hard place, I reach out for help. Praying that my hand can reach the door. Hoping that my fingers can clutch the knob. Life? Liberty? The pursuit of happiness? What life do I have when I can't afford to take a trip to see the ones responsible for giving me life? How can their be liberty when the middle class in this country are in shackles? How can I pursue happiness when she runs a marathon just to avoid me? Can't understand how I got here. Question marks fill my future. Uncertainty occupies my present. Promise has been left in the past. I pray for a change that has been long overdue. I hope for a tomorrow that is filled with prosperity and happiness. Too long has this country lived in darkness. Too long have the powers that be oppressed and stolen from our most precious resource: People. The backbone of this country has been broken. It's self esteem and swagger taken. It's time to take back that which is ours. It's time to help and heal this nation. Lady Liberty it's time to listen up. It's time that you hear the pleas of this nation. It's time you see the tears and struggles of so many. The time for change is now. The time for politics has passed. It's time you and I had a sit down Lady Liberty. It's time we had a long talk....

Father Figure..

Days left void, nights spent alone wondering where my youth has gone. A life unfulfilled. A puzzle left incomplete. Raging against the machine called life I fight a battle that is one sided. Wish I knew why you left. Wondering why you walked away from this painting and left it unfinished. Birthdays, holidays, special occasions; your prescense I longed for. Waiting by the phone, waiting by the door said you one come to see me but didn't. I remember. I was four. Never got a birthday card or even a hello. Never was able to ask you mother may I and you say no. You left a son without a role model. A house without its head. You left my mother to cry a lifetime worth of tears. Oh how sometimes I wished you were dead. Anger grew to hatred. Hatred to frustration. I still remember smiling when I didn't see you at my graduation. Years turned into memories. Time began to slip away. Now that I am a man, there are some things that I need to say. A conversation must take place. Some issues need to be addressed. Only problem is that a year ago, you were laid to rest. Fathers, is this the type of legacy we want to leave for our children? Fathers day is right around the corner. Do you know where your children are? More important, do they know you?
Blu....
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Just A Taste

I'm writing a letter with no recipient in mind. Leaving all reservations and concerns to open debate. Hoping that my audience is broad and listening. Praying that my words have lasting appeal. Just throwing my views and reflections in the wind hoping that they find their way. Like Avant, I want to share my thoughts and never be separated from the vine. Diversity, intelligence and soul is what I want to inject to all those who take a seat in my office.....

Tune in next week for another edition. In the meantime if you would like to add your words or thoughts, feel free to do so!
Blu...