The unsoothing sight of an unsettling picture welcomes misery in this traumatized moment. Silently we reflect on the things that brought us happiness and joy rather than the possibility of a future that offers discomfort.
The sudden sounds of distress piercing the tranquility of one’s mental solitude often times shatters what hope remains for reformation and rehabilitation, disrupted by the mighty roars of the affects of suffering from incarceration.
The root of our shortcomings has introduced us to a world of violence, racism, corruption, deprivation and other injustices. But recapturing an accurate understanding of black history could excite transitioning if we’re lucky.
Coming to fruition, surrounded by chaos, is a positive awakening, stemming from decades of my people participating in our own dehumanization, ridding ourselves of all senses of humiliation.
It wasn’t by chance that we were born blacc in America, where we’re considered pariahs defined by our skin color by a system of white supremacists who set traps to dismantle us.
It is only necessary we determine the content of our character by replaying the history of our lives as well as those of our ancestors, present times used to bring awareness to our youth of future scenarios.
How much work is required to repair the damage done? Where there’s a lack of fire in the drive of our adolescent sons, death or incarceration will be the outcome once that candle has burned…
By Robert Watkins #1245402