Struggle..

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Struggle..

Rat-a-tat-tat, why are you shooting at your brothers’?
Rat-a-tat-tat, why are my brothers’ shooting at me?
Rat-a-tat-tat, no weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Famous scripture, quoted in our book.

I have fought many wars…. Emotional, Spiritual, Mental entrapments…
I defended myself by, articulating my words fluently; to be combative in speech.
I never took more than what was due to me…
The knowledge and wisdom were mine. I never stole anyone’s identity.
So why are weapons being formed against, me?

The greatest weapon formed; Prejudice.
Doesn’t prejudice mean, pre-judged?
I have pre-judged thoughts, but I am not prejudice…
I do not have the power or resources to affect groups of people…
Suppress free thinking, potential, or intellectual growth.
Hmmm..

Should I stand still and do nothing? Taught metaphor, woven into our existence.
Or should I dig deep within, touching that inferno of energy?
That was created by malicious actions to my deprived and suppressed ancestors.
I want to unleash havoc, from this suppressed feeling evolving in my soul.
No, I will take the conscience approach…. Lord, bless me with that forgiving peace….
I will not give them the satisfaction of calling me a savage.
I will use my kinetic energy, to remain in a positive and productive state of being.
No longer living in fear, but in determination…
I will be someone…. I will survive being pre-judged...
Metabolizing the word…. Prejudice…
No weapon formed against me shall prosper… I am going to live that saying.

So be aware of what you do.
We don’t know what is after, tomorrow.
The struggles I faced may become your struggles today.
Our life span comes in different intervals.
So how many of my struggles, will you be able to bear? (Copyrighted: Jan./ 08)

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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