It's been nearly a year since I wrote anything down. That's a stark contrast to how I opened 2015. I wrote for the first six months and then gave up.
Oh well, sometimes mental thoughts and written explanations are best for describing a mood.
The question is, what is my mood. Can I define it? Can I see it? Can it see me?
These are all things that every day people come across in their lives.
I've been to from the east coast, to the middle east. I've seen open German farms, and surface to air missiles stashed in Iraqi Orchards. What do the owners of these properties have in common? It's emotion. The German farm owner is likely happy. Enjoying the good life. While the Iraqi orchard owner is likely pissed because a local force put heavy weaponry in his place of food creation.
But how are these people different than our presidential race? For that matter, how does mood change based on race?
I can tell you I've seen quite a bit of information on the web lately regarding race. It feels like our country is imploding. When I turn on the news, I see how divided our country is. It's a horrible feeling to see a young man, born in this country, having to picket fences and attack authority to make a point that his way of life isn't the same.
Did I earn this life? What did I learn?
I learned from the school of bad shit. The school that teaches you what happens to those who grow up with little to no money. I learned what it's like to only cause trouble because your single mother parent cannot afford to take you to swimming lessons, or baseball practice.
I had nothing. I lost my thought. REMIX!!!!!!
Now while I'm poppin off, and singing songs, I feel the beat of my favorite fog. It's in that moment, that I begin to believe that I might have a chance at HI--STORY.
Yeah I wrote a little. Maybe too much. But how do you kickstart a conversation in a new direction.
I don't know.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
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