love is an offering

I am no longer patient I'm tired of the basement Looking up at the floor Reaching for more The disenfranchised Used by the franchise But who understands when man cries? Or profits when man dies? The pie in the sky Is sold by the slice Cause freedom never comes  At a reasonable price So you can make your statements You can have your patience I want more from the nation than low expectations

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Purple Rain in Haiku Prince's Lyrics in Haiku Let’s Go Crazy Dearly Beloved Let’s go crazy.   Let’s get nuts Electric word life Take Me With U Don’t care where we go To spend the night in your arms Just take me with u The Beautiful Ones Baby, Baby, Bae Is it him or is it me? What’s it gonna be? Computer Blue Where is my love life? Till I find the righteous one Somebody please, please Darling Nikki A girl named Nikki I woke up the next morning Nikki wasn’t there      When Doves Cry Don’t make me chase you Alone in a world so cold Even doves have pride I Would Die 4 U I would die for you Make u good when you were bad I’m your Messiah Baby I’m a Star Hey, look me over! I ain’t got no money Baby, I’m a star! Purple Rain Only want to see u Bathing in the Purple Rain C’mon raise your hand ...

Please don’t tell me You don’t see color   Don’t worry I ain’t mad at you I’m just confused Why don’t you? Would you look at a sunset and say “Oh I don’t see its radiance” Or feel the breeze of a Colorado summer morning and say “Oh I don’t feel that cool breeze on my face”? Now I’m not delusional I know I’m not a sunset or a morning breeze But I am a man A black man And I see you, brother So please don’t tell me You don’t see me Ignoring our diversity Is not bringing us closer together It’s creating an invisible wall of silence Acceptance because I assimilated is not acceptance And pretending that I “fit in” when I don’t creates suspicion and ignorance Fear and tension The Enemy uses these weapons to create the borderlines between us So talk to me I want to talk to you Listen to me I want to listen to you We don’t have to agree on everything Believe it or not I don’t agree with every black person I know either But...

Chores I never thanked God That I could clean Doing chores like mopping floors Never apart of my dream They never made my prayer request I cannot lie Until I learn the difference Between what and why “What” is the task you do with your hands But “why” is the part that few understand The reason behind your dreams and plans See, scrubbing floors can change a man So the answer to why I’m wiping stains Is not that difficult to explain It’s something deep inside, engrained See my mother was willing to do the same So the legacy of sacrifice Was passed down to me Why am I doing chores at night? Cause I love my family I love my family.

Thank you... For each and every voice that spoke life into me In and out of season For family who became friends and friends who became family In and out season For those who gave their all, so I could give it right back In and out of season For the love, the hugs and the cussing out when I needed it In and out of season For the brothers at the barber shop who never let me get out of that chair without reminding me that I was more than a haircut In and out of season For that old man who learned how to read so he could fulfill his calling to preach In and out of season For the king who became a slave because He wanted to set me free In and out of season Thank you.  

It’s finally night. My children are sleeping peacefully. My beautiful bride is reading by candlelight and I’m pacing the floor. Can’t sleep.   I just can’t sleep.   I don’t believe I deserve sleep.   The stars are quietly calling out to me, but I’m not ready.   I’m not ready to face …him.   I wouldn’t know how to start the conversation. “What’s on your mind?” My wife walks up behind me as I look out of the window.   She wraps her arms around me and gently lays her head on my upper back. “…I don’t know. I don’t know how to answer that.” I stare up in the night sky wishing it would give me an escape from my guilt and shame. “You know what you need to do.” “Yes. I do.” “But?” She turns me around to face her. Her eyes sparkled against the night’s light. “I’m not ready. I don’t know what to say to him. I need time to think.” “Then go think.   Get your mind right again.” “I should.” “Take your friends with you.” “Lis...