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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Letter to my brother

I take the time to reminisce,
Upon those times that tried us like fire,
The moments that we suffered together
Unaware of the separation that would transpire,

We fought to stay alive,
By eating each other’s food
Whatever parent had a morsel,
That’s the house we’d choose

Recall with me the pain for a bit,
Or shall we stay away lest we cry,
We would sit in random places
Asking the creator why…

Nothing became more painful,
Than the summer I left the slums,
My parents finally made it possible,
But what had we done?

Our separation created chaos,
I felt it the moment I left,
It was like taking your favorite novel,
And casting it upon the shelf,

Your journey eventually left you empty,
We used to speak on nice cars,
Who would ever think for a second,
That you would end up behind bars?

That just wasn’t you to me,
I wanted them to set you free,
So I just wrote to you,
And waited patiently,

You were set free by our father’s
The land smiled upon thee,
But you still had your issues lingering,
So how long would you stay free?

Before you entered again we spake of Cali,
And how they lied about the rain..
We spake of you coming with me,
But some things you just can’t change..

I was making a name for myself,
And you were doing more years,
Walking on eggshells,
Living your life in tears

But young brother I am here,
For we have the same blood,
We still wear the same “kings robe“,
Mine has just been washed from the mud

So until you return,
I salute thee from a low degree,
Until the Lords favor thee again,
In my prayers shall you always be..

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Getting back in touch

As a young man, my father taught me very early to express how you feel. If you get in trouble for it, at least it's off of your mind. Therefore what I feel is so important right now, is that men must go back to the heart of this matter. We must go back and win the hearts of our women again. It's not that we have lost them. But it's more about losing their trust/faith in us.

  • Many abuse our women verbally leaving them with self esteem issues.

  • Some are putting their hands on their women

  • We get greedy, yet we choose to be in a relationship, and still cheat.

  • Some of us are just on a POWER TRIP, and refuse to listen

  • Other's just don't know how to treat a lady.

Now I am not saying that I am not guilty, or have never been guilty, but I believe it's about bringing the issue to the table. Making sure that IF we see it, it is no longer covered by a napkin or a cloth. It's about being socially aware.

Women are very sensitive, very emotional. They can be our best friend if we put in the time. Take the time to listen to what they are trying to tell us. They have the ability to give you strength when you are down, leading us to a more healthier environment. We must take the time to be patient with our women. Let's try to treat them the way they want to be treated.


She was like an autumn evening,
I was the sun, and she became my moon,
I took care of her the best I could,
Consistently dancing to the beat of her tune,

But times instantly changed,
I got comfortable, and took her for granted,
I thought that she was just nagging,
I thought that she just loved to panic.

But she tried to tell me often,
I’m lonely, “please spend some time”
Stubbornly I continued my endeavors,
Selfishly, I decided to shun the warning sign,

Sadly I’m no longer with her,
She was last seen in the arms of another man,
Smiling and in the process of marriage,
I was last seen attempting to understand,

And how could I be angry,
How could I be angry with this man?
He does all the things I used to,
Placing a ring on her hand,

I attended the ceremony,
I found myself staring aimlessly..
It was extremely hard for me to see,
Her kissing this man at the alter, that wasn’t me.

Before stepping out of the wedding,
She made eye contact, and slowly looked away,
As if to make a statement known to me,
Take care of your next woman this way…