Change

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Change is the new, 

improved 

word for god, 

lovely enough 

to raise a song 

or implicate 

a sea of wrongs, 

mighty enough, 

like other gods, 

to shelter, 

bring together, 

and estrange us. 

Please, god, 

we seem to say, 

change us.

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Written By Wendy Videlock  

The Art of . . .

Authentic CHANGE often comes with conflict and strife – – and more strife – – before a break through occurs. These are my thoughts after seeing the wave of new shootings of unarmed black men by police officers. Recent cases have proven once again that some lives matter more than others. With this consistent “unveiling,” it makes one wonder how does it all end. When is enough, ENOUGH?!? Perhaps the path to justice is not so straight and narrow as some might propose. Changing our laws might not be enough. Systemic changes within our legalized policing agencies, such as retraining and community policing, may not solve this pervasive entrenched problem. While enforcing accountability for actions is a necessary component, it might not solve this issue either since there is something else inherently triggering these costly interactions. Yet, when the most high says CHANGE, the situation is bound to a certain eventuality with a path paved with outcomes too auspicious to predict. Just remembering the impact of George Floyd’s tragic death across the globe is enough to realize that we cannot anticipate which situation will cause a resounding alarm to STOP the madness currently being enforced upon black and brown peoples in this country and elsewhere.

Two Distant Strangers
This is a must watch Netflix film (short and poignant). It suggests that 
no matter what those who are targeted DO, the END result is set in stone. 


It has to CHANGE! REPEAT!

The tragic killing of unarmed citizens by law enforcement must CHANGE, however, regardless of how long it takes. Since the obvious solutions (legal, community awareness, retraining etc.) are not preventing the current outcomes from occurring, it made me wonder what could be the missing ingredient from the equation? My first thought is that we have not given the system enough time to resolve, CHANGE and evolve across the board, state by state, city by city, precinct by precinct. Perhaps this is true to a minor extent especially since not all law enforcement across the country has embraced the call for CHANGE. Circumstances did not get to be this way overnight for people of color and it won’t CHANGE just because it is the morally correct thing to do. As I continued pondering about this particular issue more, the same message kept ringing trUe for me as well. This problem is a physical manifestation of a deeper spiritual mis-education that has been constructed to keep us all locked into disharmony and hate. Racism is the real virus infecting the world since the original colonizers indoctrinated US all. Until our policing system (its workforce and those with similar mindsets) can see our common humanity, we will continue to bear witness to the senseless shootings of unarmed black men and women. 

Photo by Vinicius “amnx” Amano on Unsplash

Something has been said! It has to CHANGE! Repeat!

For me personally, I still hold firm that CHANGE can and will happen – – eventually – – but the missing ingredient remains in the POWER of the most high. Our relationship with spirit and commitment to prayer can CHANGE things  – – both BIG and small. There have also always been spiritual people in the world who’ve demonstrated their POWER to influence and alter the course of humanity by their very presence and demonstration of courage and love with a single minded focus to bring forth justice out of injustice. Nelson Mandela. Martin Luther King. Mother Teresa. Mahatma Gandhi. Big Mamma. Grandpa Keiser. Uncle Junior, etc. We all benefited from their efforts and sacrifices for CHANGE even if they could only just “survive” so that we could be here now. In addition, whatever name you choose to acknowledge as your spiritual influencer also provided the wisdom and guidance that we embraced as humans with the stated intention to become ONE, in relationship, with our creator. Is there any doubt that humanity has fallen short? Must we continue failing? There are just too many of US woke enough to impact this current situation to CHANGE the collective reality in our own unique way – heart by heart – challenging and forcing the stubborn pendulum to swing the other way. 

I simply could not resist this video. Watch the aunties show US how its done!

It’s time to CHANGE! REPEAT!

Today, my spirit gives a shout out to my TRIBE with a request to dive deep into your war rooms (if you don’t know then I’m not talking to you) to do what you’ve been called to do. We have a divine mission and purpose too important to dismiss. All the other concrete CHANGES must be done to correct the official policing system as well but the virus of racism underlies this particular battle. And we must get it at the ROOTS this time spiritually and systemically (as above, so below). You might wonder if I am hopeful or scared for our future. Both responses actually resonate because success is not guaranteed especially if one desires to make a CHANGE. But I do know the weapons of warfare are no match for the most high. We have been led to this battle. In the Art of …, no weapon formed against US in the long run shall prosper even if a loss of life occurs. Our loved ones simply remain spiritual heroes and heroines in the most high’s vast army of warriors. Our duty is to honor their contribution and sacrifice in order to carry on to fulfill the mission. 

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Final thought, we are all here with a divine purpose. It may sound elementary but somehow we have forgotten this important point. My TRIBE may look and express themselves uniquely but the purity of the spirit is consistent with the original “seed” planted within our hearts. Many don’t understand or appreciate US but they shall in the end. They shall all one day recognize the collective, divine humanity, power and glory bestowed upon US by the most high – – when it is all said and done.

Father. Son. Brother. Sister. Nephew. Cousin. Wife. Uncle. Husband.

We can all slip and fall but this way is unjust.

We see U. We luv U. We will change for U. 

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Undone

Goodbye, my dear. 

Hello, my blood. 

I’ve lettin go. 

For all of us. 

There shall be no more tears. 

I won’t be missed. 

I’ve given up slowly. 

I’ve planned for this. 

You’ve helped once.

Glad to say. 

I had you here. 

But now I’m done. 

Goodbye, my dear.

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Written By Kenze Love

RIP X

Home

no one leaves home unless

home is the mouth of a shark

you only run for the border

when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you

breath bloody in their throats

the boy you went to school with

who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory

is holding a gun bigger than his body

you only leave home

when home won’t let you stay.

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no one leaves home unless home chases you

fire under feet

hot blood in your belly

it’s not something you ever thought of doing

until the blade burnt threats into

your neck

and even then you carried the anthem under

your breath

only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet

sobbing as each mouthful of paper

made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,

that no one puts their children in a boat

unless the water is safer than the land

no one burns their palms

under trains

beneath carriages

no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled

means something more than journey.

no one crawls under fences

no one wants to be beaten

pitied

no one chooses refugee camps

or strip searches where your

body is left aching

or prison,

because prison is safer

than a city of fire

and one prison guard

in the night

is better than a truckload

of men who look like your father

no one could take it

no one could stomach it

no one skin would be tough enough

the

go home blacks

refugees

dirty immigrants

asylum seekers

sucking our country dry

niggers with their hands out

they smell strange

savage

messed up their country and now they want

to mess ours up

how do the words

the dirty looks

roll off your backs

maybe because the blow is softer

than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender

than fourteen men between

your legs

or the insults are easier

to swallow

than rubble

than bone

than your child body

in pieces.

i want to go home,

but home is the mouth of a shark

home is the barrel of the gun

Photo by Adam Do on Unsplash

and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home told you

to quicken your legs

leave your clothes behind

crawl through the desert

wade through the oceans

drown

save

be hunger

beg

forget pride

your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear

saying-

leave,

run away from me now

i dont know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere

is safer than here 

Written By Warsan Shire  

The Chosen’s Anthem

What does it mean to live a valued life? And, how does one know if you are blessed or chosen? Many attribute being “blessed” as having an abundance of material possessions and money. While these things are indeed important, many rich people can tell you that they do not necessarily mean one is happy and living without problems (just look at the lives of many celebrities). Some attribute being “blessed” as having health, peace of mind and loving relationships. These benefits often go undervalued when compared to riches but one soon finds just out how difficult life can be without their presence. We can all have far less financially yet still possess an abundance of love, laughter and health and feel truly grateful and happy. Many pay homage to their spiritual connection, no matter the specific religion, to a higher power as being foundational to a purposeful life. All of these variables have merit but in my life, there is a higher premium on my spiritual relationship along with peace of mind than material possessions alone. Don’t get me wrong … I appreciate the comforts that money can buy but I never placed higher value on material things above authentic love. What about you? Perhaps, the feeling of being “blessed” comes from appreciating whatever one has realizing that they are gifts from the most high to be grateful for however long one has them and for whatever comforts they offer. 

DMX – Authentic, Fearless & Vulnerable
“I sold my soul to the Devil, and the price was cheap
And yo, it’s cold on his level, ’cause it’s twice as deep
But you don’t hear me, ignorance is bliss and so on
Sometimes it’s better to be thought dumb – shall I go on?
Yo, on the real, what the deal? It’s a mystery
How is it I can live and make history?
If you don’t see it, then it wasn’t meant for you to see
If you wasn’t born with it, it wasn’t meant for you to be.”

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In this life, GRATITUDE is one of the key components of being blessed. The gifts we receive are often temporary in an atmosphere where it is difficult to maintain balance in mind, body and spirit. We cannot escape the abundance of hardships and life lessons (the good, bad, and ugly) that help US to evolve – – perhaps for the better if so desired. The main point is to extract the “lessons” and learn from it ALL. It is even okay to repeat a lesson (two, three, four etc.) until you pass or don’t. But isn’t it still a “blessing” to be selected as one of “the chosen” who is allowed to follow your own unique life path, co-creating with the most high, while trying to make sense of this opportunity you’ve been given? Since there is no coincidence, we all have something of value to contribute and share from our experiences. Hopefully, we can grow from the mosaic of our opportunities, challenges, successes and failures in order to create a STORY worth sharing. Perhaps, a more loving, peaceful world awaits at the end.

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The Chosen’s Anthem – He IS Risen 

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Final Thought Maybe this Anthem resonates as well ….


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Not the Ruff Ryders Anthem but still ICONIC. 
RIP DMX

REBIRTH

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there will be moments when

you will bloom fully then

wilt, only to bloom again

if we can learn anything from

flowers it is that resilience is born

even if we feel like we are 

dying.

Written By Alex Elle

April Fools: Who Diss! Track

They say she lazy bro

She ain’t neva done no work

Nothing she grow

Is from her own ef-furt 

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We heard her family sick

Mentally off in the brain

Schizophrenia, bipolar, narcissi-stic

Perhaps that explains 

We all knew she was insane 

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She thinks she better than us

A know it all on this and that

Spiritual gangster in the making

Tryna be something she ain’t

      Is it future faking?

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Chorus

Listen lil B!t*h 

Know you hating on the low

Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life

That only the most high can bestow

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She called Pretty for a Black Girl 

With looks below average

Most don’t like her color

Still wonderin bout red boned Ex

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These are the lines ya’ll quietly say

Willing to slander in the dark hallway

Without intelligently questioning the accura-cy

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But never fear my dear or retaliate

Your testimony is more powerful to relate

Than any lie based upon petty, ignorant hate

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Chorus

Listen lil Perra 

Know you hating on the low

Tryna dim my light & les-sins in life

That only the most high can revoke

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All you have said might be partially true

But there is no need to front or misconstrue

It ain’t even necessary to explain or defend

When the truth is so much more unbelievable 

Too profound, accept or comprehend

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Life has been far worse full of trials and losses

Regrets and sorrows, hardships and crosses

But the grace of the most high said YES to it all

Making destiny excel past any FALL

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The future rests not in your small minded hands

As the miracles of life itself lays open its vast plans

So for the hater, agitator, naysayer, fortune taker

Prepare for the sound of the door

For the blessings coming next might annoy you even more

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Chorus

Listen lil la Chienne 

Know you hating on the low

Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life

That only the most high can bestow

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But we can all learn something from one another

Steal a little of this, share the other

Nothing said or done is worthy of disdain

It is far more important to heal your OWN pain

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Chorus

Listen lil la Cagna

Know you hating on the low

Tryna dim my light & les-sins in life

That only the most high can revoke

Listen lil B!tch  

Know you hating on the low

Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life

That only the most high can bestow

THE END

“first thought after seeing you smile,”

come with every wound

and every woman you’ve ever loved

every lie you’ve ever told

and whatever it is that keeps you up at night

every mouth you’ve ever punched in

all the blood you’ve ever tasted

come with every enemy you’ve ever made

and all the family you’ve ever buried

and every dirty thing you’ve ever done

every drink that’s burnt your throat

and every morning you’ve woken

with nothing and no one

come with all your loss

your regrets, sins

memories

black outs

secrets

come with all the rot in your mouth

and that voice like needle hitting record

come with your kind eyes and weeping knuckles

come with all your shame

come with your swollen heart

i’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.

Written by Warsan Shire