There should be no such thing as having to work your way up to a respectable job.
Even an established tree still puts forth new branches, leaves, and deeper roots.
I remember a boy by the name of “How”. I wonder if he remembers me. The young aloof Oreo girl that loved him for no reason despite all the rejected origami messages. The memory of my actions make me smile with embarrassment. For what it’s worth, I hope life has been well with him.
An unruly heart will never get what it needs as long as it’s chasing what it wants.
Temptations can be stirred up through the simplest thing we refuse to do.
We still have yet to give ample room for special needs children & adults to be creatives for a living. Meanwhile, their whole existence is a unique masterpiece.
Imagine a little water flowing.
In its path an impassible stone. Quite like a dark fortress not in need of any mote.
Impossible as it may seem, the stream breaks through this boulder.
Once broken, the stream flows on. It grows. More waters from on high run to meet up with it. No longer a little current and neither a raging rapid.
It is a wonderful brook that nourishes so much more than itself.
Amazing how much a little presence matters in the bigger picture.
Some people are trapped by their search for physical things, but many more are trapped in the dark by the affections of their hearts.
Yasuke is a story that still needs to be told. Because it’s relevant today. Black people’s aspirations aren’t just bound to making the West “better”. Tell our stories, beyond here.