I loved my 20's. A time where I had a thought and I ran with it. A gumption, I tested it. A temptation, I acted on it. I surrounded myself with other spontaneous beings just like me. We were barefoot and carefree in our spirit. No big worries to speak of. Our threats came from within. Will we get the job we wanted, the fling we chased, the credit we deserved? We as I know it, never worried about being chased by someone in a position of authority with the attempt of doing us irreparable harm. No I can't recall anything like that. I lived with two African-American brothers. They escaped their 20's into their 30's and beyond. Today it seems they may have been among the lucky ones.
I have a young son Michael. On this day, I worry about him. I worry because I know that no matter how good I get it, I may not have him with me forever. That his threats may indeed come from his environment and factors he can not control. No matter what type of man I am raising, life interrupted still happens.
That is why I put my hands in the air. Not in surrender but in solidarity with all families of young men. Those who know that no matter what, life interrupted happens.
When you know better, you do better sayeth the LORD.
I have a young son Michael. On this day, I worry about him. I worry because I know that no matter how good I get it, I may not have him with me forever. That his threats may indeed come from his environment and factors he can not control. No matter what type of man I am raising, life interrupted still happens.
That is why I put my hands in the air. Not in surrender but in solidarity with all families of young men. Those who know that no matter what, life interrupted happens.
When you know better, you do better sayeth the LORD.
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