Oppressed, Repressed, and Suppressed
By Michael Green
I am oppressed, even so I try and seek to survive. I am repressed, and have been brutalized to the extreme, though I still strive. And I am suppressed, though it is within me to survive, keep striving, and actually thrive in my own right. I said, “I have been severely oppressed, repressed, and suppressed these last forty-fur years! I cannot keep from shedding tears. I am resilient, determined, and energized, for I realize I am standing on the shoulders of a Great People of past generations, who gave their last breath, so I could breathe mine… I come out of the worst of worst, criminal and foe, as the African Proverb: “Making a way of no way.” I have resurrected myself as a Muslim, a man of spirituality, culture and principle, for all time. I am oppressed, repressed, and suppressed, and yet I survive, I strive, and one day seek to thrive a Free Man!!!!!!!!!
Racism
By Michael Green
Racism, like the sea, sometimes silent and settled, not easy for the eye to detect, and at other times, it will take you under, roaring like thunder! Hit you like Hurricane Katrina in the “Big Easy”. Racism, like the “Seven Seas”, it travels the world, minds no good deed. Its personality is threats, egoism, intimidation, greed, envy, jealousy, prejudice, discrimination and domination. Racism, sometimes, an evil thought that enters the brain, raging through the body like the flow of blood, and at times it’s in remission, seeking permission to rear its ugly head once again! Racism, some say, “power gives it conscious and life to extreme,” but truth be told, racism has been here since nearly the beginning of time, always ready to seize the time. Racism, an evil disease state of mind, clothed in human flesh, sometimes it’s silent and settled, and at other times it’s loud and direct like a huge cloud in the sky that never dies…. Racism.
Brutality
By Michael Green
Brutality, in prison, in jail, and on the street is reality, and not unique to a given state, town, place or even decade! Brutality, the unseen hand of a growing minority that threatens to become the majority! Who abuses their authority in the name of employment, brutality, the means to use unchecked terror, violence, force for sport, fun, personal, political, racial reasons is reality! Brutality, some believe, they have an “Unwritten” ordained right of “Immunity” to brutalize, terrorize, abuse and wrong many others because of their job! Brutality has manifested as the “state of the art” a lot, “protect and serve” is the motto, all some wanna do is crack some heads, bones and see some blood flow! Taser to death an alleged law-breaker, brutality, in prison, in jail and on the street is reality. Excessive force by the beast is like a big feast. The Police, Po-Po, One-Time, no matter the name, will fill a body with unlimited holes, take a life, won’t be no crime, “Justifiable Homicide” is just a written formality, brutality, brutality, brutality!!!!!!!!!!
Are We Slaves of the Creator?
By Michael Green
Are we slaves of Allah, our mighty Lord? Or are we mere slaves of egos, emotions, false reputations and cliches? Are we slaves of our God, worship, spirituality and oneness/tawhid, or are we slaves of personalities and worldly realities?
Are we slaves of our mighty Creator Allah or are we slaves of hidden motives, secret agendas and ambitions to fulfil unjust and unrighteous mission? Are we slaves of Allah, or are we slaves of past and former lifestyles that never really left our mind and heart? Are we slaves of Allah, our mighty Lord, or are we slaves of wanted fame and worldly games and treacherous politics? Are we slaves of Allah?
Cornrows (Braids)
By Michael Green
Cornrow (braids), she is beauty, beautiful and divine Cornrows (braids), she is bold, takes hold, the worth of gold. She is outspoken, assertive, a statement. Cornrows (braids), she is breath, life, health, aroma, fragrance and so much more. She is attractive, attraction, royalty, charm and grace, adores the face of young and old. She is the Frankincense, Myrrh, Aloe and Cinnamon of hair! Cornrows (braids), she is three ropes, vines woven into one. She is spiritual, political, social, cultural, historical, mystic and romantic.
Cornrows (braids), she is elegant, style, fashion, a trendsetter, language, meaning, sayings, proverbs and patterns stretched across (11) eleven million miles. All smile at her beauty, she is direction, a connection, an endless collection of designs that have stood the test of time. Cornrows (braids), she is inspiration, motivation, education and liberation. She is joy, peace, love and struggle! She is refined, polished and refined. Cornrows (braids), she is sophisticated, ancient Egyptian, Ethiopian, Nubian, Olmecs, and related: Yoruba, Hausa, Fulani, Mandingo, Twa, Bambara, Wolof, Ashanti, Akan, Xhosa, Zulu, Galla, Somali, Nigerian. She is rural, country, ghetto, inner-city and suburb. Thrives in the corporate, entertainment and sports world!
Cornrows (braids), she is universal, adores the head of the girls the world over, Africa, Jamaica, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Caribbean Islands, Brazil, U.S., the rest of the Americas (North, Central and South), Asia, Australia and even Europe. Cornrows (braids), she is the link of the Anicent and new.
H.I.V. – A.I.D.S.
By Michael Green
H.I.V. Human Immune Virus, Aids: Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.
H.I.V. Aids, allegedly transmitted by a chimpanzee with Siman Virus from deep within the “Congo-Zaire” forest. H.I.V. Aids, like dust in the wind blowing in all directions North, East, West and South without cease in all four seasons, like rust in its advanced stages, rotting away steel.
He has stolen and claimed the lives of untold millions, H.I.V. Aids, like sands of the “Sahara”, an oasis of painful sickness and then death! Like a “Safari”, a journey, travel that has left death over 11 million miles long. He has spread far and wide, an express train ride with the love of death. He has visited and slept in South Africa, left 5.8 million, in Nigeria, left 3.6 million, in Kenya, in Ethiopia, in Tanzania, Zimbabwe, the Congo, in Uganda, and Botswana, infected with HIV Aids.
HIV Aids, like the motto, “Africa for Africans home and abroad”, he has hit and dipped in the U.S. black people only 12% of the U.S. population are 50% of U.S. Aids cases. One out of two women with Aids is a black woman. H.I.V. Aids, he loves the kids, like kids love candy. He has left 1 million children with “no” parents in South Africa, 230,000 kids with Aids in South Africa. 200,000 children orphaned yearly in South Africa, nearly 6,000 Africans die every day of Aids, and 9 million children have lost their mothers in the Motherland! HIV Aids, the “Silent Killer”.
He who we cannot see, like dust within the air, like rust rotting steel, like lungs with no oxygen, he takes innocent lives like the chokehold, like Alicia Keys, “Saving a Child” Org. We Africans home and abroad better start an urgent “S.O.S.”, “Saving Our Selves”, and eradicate this twin death grip HIV Aids.
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