Heart and Soul Medicine

The heart weeps
Unmasked pain that travels centuries deep
Sends young men and women on a aimless journey
Running from the comfort and calm of home to the ruthless assault of the streets
Running to drugs dressed in a dreary dress of comfort
Running to violence disguised as attention
Running to Thugs dressed in garments of loyalty
Running to money camouflaged as fame
Shit is lame. Who do you blame?
Mothers wait on porch tops awaiting the return of their prodigal son
Fathers ride the streets searching for their exploited daughters

All the while children hide in search for something.
Ain't that 'bout nothing.
A sharp reality pierces over fragile American lie
"It takes a village to raise a child" but
it also takes one village men to kill a child
See we face the reality of death without maturity
Kids Killing Kids, a new war has been raised!
The KKK has taken off their sheets, darkened their skin
and take out our village from within
You can't win, who do you get angry at when your murderer is kin
A sin? Partly.
Lives cut shortly leaves us morning lonely.

What do you tell that mother waiting on her porch?
"Mama he ain't coming home no more!"
What do you tell that father?
"You won't see her again man, you're left alone"
How do you run from death when death  hits home.
The bully of the world, that makes servant and king summit
The teacher of the world that equalizes Professor and Dropout student
The Executive of the earth that humbles interns and CEO's alike.
The equal opportunity employer that is death

My heart weeps
My soul hurts
These words are mustered from a place I know too well
When 15 year olds engage in gun wars
My Heart Weeps
My Soul Hurts
How do you console a mother who lost her child. She birthed him and not even two decades
later, she has to resubmit him back into the earth
MY HEART WEEPS!
because it will happen again.....and again
MY SOUL HURTS!
because as much as you teach, mentor, coach and be a REAL model,
not just a role model, you lose some.

If the all mighty God would sacrifice his only son to save the world. I pray that losing another 15 year old
black boy in the hood could save just 10 from the same fate. If the highest anyone gets in the hood comes
from a low place, so be it, because the Hood Is Gon Hurt. Just like the mother is, just like that father is,
Just like I am.

They say crying is like taking your soul to the laundry mat, well I've cleansed myself over these words and one day the pain will subside, the smiles will return, the anger will release and the joy will replace it and finally I will look back at instances like this and know that grace and mercy are still following me every single day of my life.....for that I am grateful.....this conundrum isn't simple but its simple enough to know.....keep praying


Heart Medicine