As a Black Man, my humanity is but a rainbow that exists following the storms only visible through ripples in the moonlight.  At all times, I am beset on all sides by gods called Love, War, Determination, and Disgust.  Although they are at odds with one another, they dance to the music of my mind.  I call them confusion, and they call me Strong.  My cries are not tears of brokenness, they are drops of hope that have outgrown their containers.  I’m doing more than fighting for my Freedom, for I am really fighting for the acknowledgement of my existence as Hueman.  As it stands, even if I make it out of the origins to which I was born, a part of me is forbidden to leave.  If I fail, it’s expected.  I’m punished.  If I succeed at escaping the origins to which I was born, a part of me is forbidden to leave.  If I succeed, I’m punished.  I am the dichotomy of God and Man.  I am expected to bear more than I can give and be complacent with giving more and receiving less.  I am the invisible one who sits in the back of the room desperately hoping that the words that I’ve written are spoken by the reader that stole your words in a manner that allows the listener who doesn’t know the difference or truth to listen. (Run on..I get it) I’ve been running on my entire life.  I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to be a name on a t-shirt.  I don’t want to be a slogan.  I don’t want to be someone that others speak about as though they know me when they would have never spoken to me in life.  I want to live.  I want to feel what it’s like to not be required to feel your Race every second of the day.  I want to know what it’s like to play on a leveled field.  Maybe that’s why I’m so enamored with sneakers.  This run requires good shoes.  I want to know what it’s like to be seen as an asset rather than a threat.  I want to see my name in the stories of history as a contributor rather than a burden.  I want to be able to love as I am without the fear of worrying about whether or not the real me could be understood.  I want to believe that a reflection of Heaven exists for me while I’m here on Earth too.  I have no idea what Justice looks like because I have never seen it.  However, the absence of Liberty is something that I feel in my Soul.  It is my God given right, and I Demand it…Patrick

As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better.  Also if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us.  Always Choose Love.

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