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If I Die tonight

If I should die tonight in this war of materialism, capitalism, and empire building, and you find my body lying on the cold asphalt in a pool of blood. Understand I attempted my best. I was fighting to stay in sunlight, fighting to be on a freedom ride. I know I could have been a better father, son, brother, lover, husband. But even after I gave it all my best thoughts, I still only knew what I knew.  I lived by the gun with determination and hustle collecting funds. I counted on cash money not tomorrow; the rent is always due. My demons became soldiers and comrades. Facing fears that came with tears. I’ve seen and done things that will never allow me to go back. Tell the babies, Daddy lost his way home, he may not make it back. So, I push forward, I didn’t choose life, life chose me. Living a life comparable to a nightmare so others can live their dreams. What a sick way of thinking I’m living free. Walking the earth with bedazzled shackles around my wrist calloused hands picking treasures out of dirty gutters. This I do because I promised you tomorrow.  I’ve stolen many tomorrows’ knowing tomorrow was never mine to see. This was the only way I knew, you’re the reward worth every risk. I need you to know if I should die tonight.

If I should die tonight in this war of principalities, immoralities, and ritualistic informalities. Please know I forgive you; I thank you, and I love you. To no one else have I ever felt close. Now I sit with you as a ghost haunting your memories missing you more than life itself. I didn’t have a clue as to when I was going to be right. So, I left you my love to hold until I return to take its place in your arms. I’ve seen and done things that will never allow me to go back. Change brings losses and lessons to teach accountability. This “Y” on our road will now only travel one, it will not allow us to walk side by side any longer. Make no apologies because it was all you are that brought forth the best in me. I have your love and memories forever with me. If I should die tonight.

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They Always Kill the Messenger

They Always Kill the Messenger

Poetic Essay by Michael Wade

 Everyone walking around mad, as if the next man owes him money, now the debtor is late on the payback. As if every payday is on Friday and the pay is either short, late, or downright absent. People lost in emotions and don’t know how to handle it. Cursed with being stuck in emotional loops. Feeling robbed and duped left holding a reality they did not choose. Forced to play the character in a show no one wants to play. Misplaced trust replaces the vitamins with supplements, humans with robots. This is punishment for strengthening your greatest defense… your intelligence. I choose to make you cry with truth because I would rather hurt your feelings with hopes you’ll forgive me, than to see you played for the fool. Speaking a vocabulary from a forgotten language that speaks freedom, the language of revolution to a government, blasphemy to its God. I don’t care how much they yell “don’t.” They always kill the messenger.

I am death to my enemy, whomever the enemy may be. This is why the enemy killed me. Don’t cry for me, my name isn’t important, what I left behind is. I expected this death, I knew this day would come. I found the buried treasure. I discovered the map that was hidden in plain sight. I discovered truth, I uncovered lies. I told the babies, so the flowers may grow. That was my crime, tales told in scriptures I left behind. The sin I committed that released my soul from my shell. I was only human, yin and yang, Able and Cain. I witnessed madness from the crossroads of insanity and sane. I did it for love, I did it for self, I did it because I’m vain. Yet, I won’t benefit for this sacrifice. Only time tells who history gets to forget. Not everyone will ride on the spaceship when this planet blows, not everyone will make the list. As I say this you can believe I don’t care how much they yell, “don’t”. They always kill the messenger.

It is the “fear of shame” that is used to control. It is the fear of shame that allows three percent of thirteen to act high & mighty, bourgeois. A highly effective tool this “fear” of shame is. It is the fear of shame that keeps people trapped in proverbial closets. It is the fear of shame that allows the one with the biggest gun to make the rules, be the protector and murderer. This why they make the loudest sing wearing the biggest jewels, to distract you. Shame keeps the storyteller from telling the greatest story ever told. Courage, bravery are virtues that have been perverted, definitions redefined. Shame is used to keep victims from going after their justice. Refusal to rub the lamp will not get you your wishes. Refusing to gamble won’t win you the jackpot. The fear of shame, the fear of others seeing where you are weak. The fear of revealing to the world the true "you” that is hidden. The real “you” who you work hard to hide. It is shame that gives man nightmares and manifests Jekyll and Hyde. Someone always pays, even if it’s only one, this always hold true. They always kill the messenger.  

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They said I was small they were looking forward to being amused at seeing me crawl on my knees. I would never give my enemies the pleasure, so I rose to my feet. Footprints not knees prints will you find at the starting line of my destiny. My voice reverberated, awoke the sleeping. So they poisoned my choices in order to nullify my intellect trap my mind, silence my voice. So I endured their poisons and survived their test of time after time, after time. The enemies hate deepened despised my drive feared my ambition. So they locked my body in chains behind walls of concrete and steel. They wanted my conformity, they wanted to break my will. I was a driven boy speeding in the fast lane of men. Darkside of success covered my hands like melted ice cream dripping down cones on hot summer days. Tied me to the whipping post of the streets in hopes I'd be dead by 25. I waited and calculated not knowing when, but knew one day I'd rise. Fallen bodies, blood, sweat, tears, and here I still AM. Tattered, dented, missing jewels, I picked out the dirt my rightful crown. Why would I join them when I know that I can beat them now.

I once hid my scars I was taught to wear as shame. Labeled my existence with inhumane names. Attempt after attempt of holding me back, killing me slowly from the inside. But now I walk with pride, so others may learn and not fall for the lies. I found my wings attached to my spirit, now I can fly. The air space isn't friendly, they're raptors in these skies, but unlike before I now control the beast in I. My focus is my freedom, love, fist and open hands. Guided by Infinite Intelligence greater than man. Cultivating, nuturing my garden of germinated seeds. Reaping the harvest sewn. I tasted in the light the sweet fruits of righteousness that the darkness had grown. I can't turn back, I have traveled too many miles. Why would I join them when I know I can beat them now.

I hustled strong for years, no one noticed the labor. No one noticed the strength it took to hold back from criminal behavior. Yet, hands out for the spoils. Madness wells my eyes, I know I'm meant for more. A work horse making devils millions being rode into the floor. Was expected to be driven into an insane cage of pity & loathing. Instead I found a sacred space to reboot. I went to another plane, you said I was in a delusional state. A narrow mind will never be able to recognize a vision that is great. The sweetest revenge is success, making the contented with my misery, the discontented with my joy. I say less to say more. Learned to be the opportunity knocking at the door. Ancestors left a map to show the destination is greatness, a diary to tell how. Why would I join them when I know I can beat them now.

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Just Due by Michael Wade

In life some have been able to obtain/maintain what I like to say are the finer things. Nice cars, pretty girls on their arm, these were things held, but these things lacked substance. Things of substance love, family, honest living were the things that slipped through fingers. Wasn’t meant to be held by some. Was not in the cards in hand to play in the game of destiny. The sun shining through dark clouds one looks up at and sees is false hope. A light that shines through a doorway (opportunity) many are forbidden to walk through. What is freedom when you live encased within, confined to savage rules? How is freedom protected when politically misused by government tools? Judges benched due to their ability to pre-judge. Cases with blanks filled in by D.A.’s with the ink of innocent blood. A story locked away until it’s time to care. Equality isn’t equal to anything & fairness has never been fair. Swing low sweet chariot smoke fills the air. Burning down these buildings are only adding more weight to what is already oppressing. Constantly contesting the already tested with tempers flaring. Never in peace have the dead who have died due to injustice ever rested. Therefore, the city burns. The guilty know the truly righteous & by them are protected. For who will look after their loves if they share a cage or sit together to rot away the remaining of their days. Sacrifices must be made. Sacrifice of life, love, man-given liberty. This is a pact amongst descendants that has been made. To ensure the existence to see another day. To fight the extinction of the Black Family. By chains, cages & blood are how the wages of reparations was to be paid. Now here we are 2020 and justice is due, the bill will be paid.

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Changing of the Tides By Michael Wade

See what happen was an ending of an era. The changing of pockets filled with the cheddar. To survive one must change with the times. So, I shed myself of death so I may try on longevity. The gangster like attitude was not going to allow me to be as conducive as I could have been. Level up or get phased out. Being the precious metal it was, it had allowed me to melt it down into an arsenal of bullets. So, I may use them throughout my travels, another way to put my gangster on it. Evolution is survival if survivals a must. All means nothing with no purpose, because no matter what every man has an end of the line. Everyone from the Atlantic to the Pacific, all stops in between own a part in good & evil put on this earth by the Divine. One is non-existent without the other. Some will choose to serve the throne willingly; they call those people the meek. Then you have those who would kill to serve the right side of the throne. Then there are those who want the throne to themselves, to rule the right hand that rules the meek. You have those who are destined to be front-line soldiers and don’t know. So far into a deep sleep, how does one see life from behind their eyelids? Blind to why their lives flow like rough river waters. Blind to the reason why the everyday trials of life are equivalent to a fist fight. Every step out of sorts blind to the proper role he/she was destined to play in this dirty game we call the struggle. Those who do know rebel. Refuse to fall in line the way they see much of their people have. That is a settlement that can’t pay for the blood spilled, the attempted purchase of obedience. For those who stayed standing the social contract became obedience or prison and/or prison or your life. Society expects “normalcy” from one living under such an oppressive condition.

           But those who choose not to be one of the meek, those who choose not to want to stand right of the throne, much less want control of the throne. Are the ones who only wants to set the meek free from the chains they’re destined to inherit. Those who want the right side shall never remain any longer than their use. Kings who lose their souls to own the throne will always find their undoing by their own undoing. They are ruling men who dare to be God but fear death. His enemy is birthed from the womb of the beast. Children refined by hells fire, their nerves singed, no feel for humanity. They fear no death, death is an angel come to set them free. Changing of the tides.

           Something happens if you lucky enough to survive the ignorance that life provides. Wisdom becomes your armor. Walking the earth living life minus emotion amongst commotion. Now woven into a society who choose to live an illusion force fed spoonful of delusions. While being picked off carried by six or judged by ten priests, a Jesus, and a Judas. Crosses, blood on my hands and on the soles of my feet.

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Just Due by Michael Wade

In life some have been able to obtain/maintain what I like to say are the finer things. Nice cars, pretty girls on their arm, these were things held, but these things lacked substance. Things of substance love, family, honest living were the things that slipped through fingers. Wasn’t meant to be held by some. Was not in the cards in hand to play in the game of destiny. The sun shining through dark clouds one looks up at and sees is false hope. A light that shines through a doorway (opportunity) many are forbidden to walk through. What is freedom when you live encased within, confined to savage rules? How is freedom protected when politically misused by government tools? Judges benched due to their ability to pre-judge. Cases with blanks filled in by D.A.'s with the ink of innocent blood. A story locked away until it’s time to care. Equality isn’t equal to anything & fairness has never been fair. Swing low sweet chariot smoke fills the air. Burning down these buildings are only adding more weight to what is already oppressing. Constantly contesting the already tested with tempers flaring. Never in peace have the dead who have died due to injustice ever rested. Therefore, the city burns. The guilty know the truly righteous & by them are protected. For who will look after their loves if they share a cage or sit together to rot away the remaining of their days. Sacrifices must be made. Sacrifice of life, love, man-given liberty. This is a pact amongst descendants that has been made. To ensure the existence to see another day. To fight the extinction of the Black Family. By chains, cages & blood are how the wages of reparations was to be paid. Now here we are 2020 and justice is due, the bill will be paid.

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Feat. ”Black Karen” Essay by Miqee Metoyer

Feat. “Dear White Jesus” Poem by Angela Baxter Brown

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‘Power Rangers’ star RJ Cyler talks about playing an autistic character

Power Rangers made headlines this week with news that Becky G’s Yellow Ranger is gay (or possibly bisexual). 

But the representation doesn’t stop there. The reboot includes an autistic character in the Blue Ranger Billy, played by RJ Cyler. 

In an interview with Mic, Cyler said he knew his character would be on the spectrum when he signed onto the film.

“I got excited,” he explained, when asked how he reacted to the news. “It was good to be able to see life through a different viewpoint, because we see life through our eyes and so we feel like we have everything understood, but that’s just through our imagination. Being able to just bring that type of aspect to Billy, man, it was just exciting, and it was such an honor to be able to represent such an amazing group of people.” Read more (3/21/17 3:12 PM)

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What We Know So Far:

At least one person has been shot by police outside the Houses of Parliament, according to multiple eyewitness reports.

On social media journalists reported hearing a loud explosion and the gunshots. Pictures and videos uploaded to Twitter showed a large police presence around Westminster.

Police confirmed they were called to an incident at 2.40pm, which is being treated as a firearms incident.

This is a developing story. Please check here for updates.

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Food 4 Thought. ..

I no longer think racism is the primary motivation, whereas I do believe it to be used as as tool to maintain power. For now it is made plain that all the players at the power table are now represented. But like a company who is controlled by its stockholders. White Supremacy is the majority stock holder & sits at the head of the board. So it maintains its ability to manipulate the players on the board.

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Racism is a moral catastrophe, most graphically seen in the prison industrial complex and targeted police surveillance in black and brown ghettos rendered invisible in public discourse. Cornel West