7/18/2021
To my father whom
fought, against all odds, and made his way to America and also climbed the
Mountain Everest of life to keep his family together. I harvest the fruits from
the seeds that were sowed by those that came before me. Furthermore, my
obligation is beyond human comprehension and can only define by God’s Grace.
As I navigate through
generations that have struggled to turn racial maelstrom into conquering
prejudice, the unfortunate struggles continue with similar theme: The color of
our skins often diminished the brilliant minds of our human person.
My American Journey is
only possible because of those that came before me for I am standing on the
shoulders of greatness: Those that freed religious persecution in Europe to
find the new land as religious refuge. Those that fought during the
revolution to those that sacrificed their lives during the civil war. Those
that stood up against the institution of slavery, and to those that
marched during the civil right movements of the 1960’s, also to those that
still have the courage today to be on the street and those with political power
that are willing to stand up for what is right by the untainted truth from the
Almighty, perseverance, I must.
So I resolved
that, regardless of acceptance level, Truth is never really true
unless it is true for everyone; problem is never solved unless it is a solution
for everyone; love is never really love unless it is an unconditional Sacrifice
and Unconditional Sacrifice is never a sacrifice unless lives are given.
Therefore, I shall seek entirely on my own! Emancipation from the unvoiced
utterance of my soul. Reluctantly I peek? I am the chapel of my soul. Shall I
accept or shall I shatter the bitter cup of life that has been forced on my
living flesh, but what power is given to me, I shall seek mercy in whatever
color it suffered
This miserable tone is
my testimony, longing for the whisper from your grave, console my soul that one
day, I shall be ungraved.
t'kepa
