(REFLECTIONS AND INTROSPECTIONS AND MUTIPLE CONTUSIONS)
These days... These days I think back and suddenly none of it matters... All that wasted time... Worrying about shit that seems so inconsequential now... All that heartache... Those spilled tears... Such a sadly savage way of looking at it I guess... The times I thought it was all over... Yet here I am... Sun rising in the east... Breeze pon my skin... So many time death foretold for me... Threats upon my physicality... Guns held to my head... Fists thrown... Sticks swung... Knife sliding into skin... Still I a persevere... A true survivor... Child of the most high... A stream of higher consciousness... A force to behold... A glitch in the system... African son born in the belly of the beast... The red, black, green and gold flowing in my veins testifying, testifying... Such a harrowing journey... My own kind my worst enemy... Love such a brutal reality... The pain, the pain... Each moment a lesson in who I am... The truth bearing down would crush a man flat... Expel his last breath... His life flashing before his eyes... Such is the revelation... Such is realization.
JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY
