Today is the 3rd anniversary of the death of Trayvon Martin. They say time heals all wounds, however I am getting close to believing that some wounds can't be healed. Three years has gone by since some of my very bearings, heart, and soul were crashed. And therefore, I am still finding it hard to go back to the old me. Maybe it a blessing, but I also consider a bad thing because one of my brother's had to die for me to realize how at times unjust society and the world can be. It made me see how the hateful and the rotting curse of racism/discrimination/prejudice really is. It made me grow up and see just how unkind at times we can be towards each other and they hate that comes because people may view another as different. It is outrageous how a event can change you so much that even you yourself do not know the full journey you took, only you realize when you have arrived there. For me I have arrived at this point in my life. Trayvon, Jordan Davis, Mike Brown, Eric Garner all helped me arrive at this point. I have seen what I need to do as a MAN but most importantly a black man. I have seen that I must take every chance/ opportunity and moment in life to better myself so that can in a way more accurately help others. I have seen that just being a decent member of society is not enough. I have realize that being good is not good enough. I must strive toward excellence, and even when I'm there; I shall not quit. It is time for change, it is time to push the range; not stopping at our "personal best" but going after the world record. Three years ago I lost something I will never get back. I lost a part of being young. I realized that I saw for the first time the ugly head and body of hatred; I learned that once you see it for yourself, not from oral tells or others experiences but you seen it for yourself. It becomes a aging factor, it becomes ten birthdays in one; but nothing is fun about these birthdays. I have seen and have felt just how at times the power of oppression becomes unbreakable motivation. But oppression has not defeated me and for that I thank GOD Almighty. Therefore, to make a long and painful story short. I have gained one amazing thing, something more valuable than GOLD. I have became a lover of justice and a preacher of fairness. I have left my quietness behind and have find a voice to help positively change the world. I know what I must continue to do. And that is continue to work hard, take action and not just talk. But most importantly, I have learned to carry a torch that my ancestors carried. I have learned to put my imprint on this world rather it is small or big. I have made it my mission to help, and not just sit. I WILL NOT QUIT. I MUST CONTINUE TO STRIVE FOR EXCELLENCE AND THE ADVANCEMENT OF ALL. WE MUST NOT REGRESS OR FALL BACK. BUT MOVE FORWARD. I what I learned three years ago, and I am still learning.
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
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