4Sho

Another hot summer is approaching; after that meltdown this winter. And we can't assume to snap back with a poke & stick. While behind us was placed; a bandaid. 

The importance in this short message is; did we initiate enough time to communicate effectively. Of all this language and shortcuts in speaking dialect. If not cure what is "4sho", going to reappear on another day, different time of the unexpected. For not respecting 4 every season change is desparately needed. For that old bandaid is now; rapidly lifting.

Souls of Son's

There were nights; we woke up in a state of panic. To rush to their bedroom doorways; just to watch & listen in silence as tears fell from our eyes. We prayed over our black children.

There were times we just wanted to share our forbidden love with; any race of color. And still today we struggle with making you understand how we can love; without this judgment you earned; by continuing to remind of us our black skin. Even in our biracial relationships. 

There were moments we critically examined our own positions. To be more mindful of how we needed to empower our own black children from systematic structures meant to fail us. So our children identify with better and not struggle for no real reasoning but the color of their skin. On these concrete roads of racial adversity. One day they would travel mentally; alone without their black mother & father. To protect them from harm. Of themselves if not for those waiting to hear the echoes of time; crying out loud "I Can't Breathe". 

We all have witnessed the unjustified favoritism & validation in permission to our black people; of inequality & inequity in information. As our black children were held in bondage we worked harder to be acknowledged. As our tears are being watched flowing down our weary faces; with minimum compassion & moral intentions. As that fate in arrogance was in denial of; a  new day and time. In the same moment their white children were also be targeted. By the same peril times of drug addictions, hate crimes, suicide and depression. 

One Day an Uncomfortable Conversation is going to happen. Where Time is growing All nations of man; Weary, worn and relentless. 

Gummy Bear

Rmember when we were younger kids; and mom packed our favorite snacks in our lunch bags. 

I remember my favorites were; Paydays & Peanut Patties. Peanut Butter logs and the fat Pink Circus Peanuts.  

Even now, every blue moon. I stop by a corner store to grab 1 of my favorites.

Today I notice even the adults is eating everything that is flaming hot & spicy. If not coated with sugar are a sour coating.

One day I was at a small gathering. And from behind I heard a voice ask "would you like a gummy bear". I thought about the commercial and those Elite grownups at the table say 'I like this 1 better', what is this we hear adult's sounding of small children. 

Then one day I watched on social media * nation wide television. Of how drugs are now an epidemic. In all races of children around every corner of the world. And no one knows exactly HOW this epidemic could of entered in our homes. When this could of never happen. While we were paying closer to monitoring in on. Our children. 

Facebook, Snapchat, YouTube and Text.. I know after a certain age; there is no argument. And when they are young we assume our actions are not being watched..But not for every parent who is not sleep on these children..

The World is a big place. And not All people are pleasant, prayerful and watching out for your, theirs and our kids..

STOP..start to operate parental patrol..Why, because the future for the youth is depending on what we implement; of helicopter parenting.

The Perfect Storm

With All due respect; we will pray to God in a catastrophe. And in the blink of an eye some will in deliverance; resume our rolls with entitlement. 

Unless there is a reason to blame; there is no argument.

Until there is a reason to complain; comfort is less stress. 

Until we are tested in areas in which we are affected; then the advertising is, the struggles is real. 

We could say we are only human; in our own funny ways. On any emotional day.

Exodus

Due to the life struggles; we have many burdens to bare. But healing is near. If you believe God can. And is All Powerful in knowing our circumstances. Therefore only a God is capable of seeing us through Famine, Heartache, Pain & Unbearable Suffering.

When life happens; and people seem to have their way. Look to the Hills and Yell. No money can pay for the debt that is already been PIF on Calvary..

I Declare It. Decree It..To be removed. Now it's on Notice. For Restoration of Gods Peace, Grace and Infinite Mercy "if my people will call my name, turn from their wicked ways". THEN I Will Hear from Heaven. But if u don't believe, how will it ever happen in souls with holes that will even deny God, in the 2nd death in Revelation?

Matthew 12:30

This Is My Exodus....

India

The Perfect Storm; is raging through India. The Pandemic is advancing. As family's are located in different parts of the world; suffering is rapid. If you can contribute donations by researching to an Indian Association of North Texas of not Associations of around the world.

We may be of different cultures. Disagree on our political beliefs. But life matter's no matter the skin color we're in. 

The Pandemic started in March of 2020. Thousands of families across the globe are continuing in being affected by this Pandemic, even more than lives of all races in poverty & money and hunger. 

If you have a free hand to lend. It only takes an inch of reaching out with a gesture of compassion. Because we just don't know; when normalcy is going to come around this time.

The Rapture

There is no denying the fact; no 1 human being can live with out. Are deny themselves from being affected by it.. Love

The power of love; is inevitable. It's rambunctious, intolerable, aggressive and intoxicating. 

But once love turns pure Rapture. It's toxicity is; vengeful, relentless and deceitful in every image of seduction. In any facet of over indulgence. To grip you with the mental seduction throug human obligations in emotions.

And the mystery of love; is that we, us and them. Continue in intensity of needing to continue; falling in, falling out and stumbling over ourselves to escape it's endless Rapture of;

I got love for my bro's are brothers of any color..

I got love for this woman are man who continues in stretching me to my limits. 

I got love for all my material stuff. And social relationships. Until I hit rock bottom.

I got love for this money over b!t$es. That refuses to let me sleep at night.

I got love in the life I choose to live. Until that life is shown me some cruel things.

I even got love for the kids. Until those commitments are torn from my arms. If not I am this human with compassion that is no longer appreciated..But not once did I think; why did I keep denying of the same love I once gave. Is the same love I denied for myself. And today I finally face my own reality..

Ghost Writer-#28. Until u r shown love. You will never know who to love; first.

Matthew 10:38 & 39