Stand up

When one loses hope, dreams can no longer be realized. Hell, when hope is gone dreams are never born. Some of our black Brothers have lost hope. Through years and years of poverty and racism, self-doubt and self hate can become the psyche of the collective body in black inner cities. I know self hate is a strong charge, but it is a true statement. Anyone who values his own life would not take the life of another. Unrealized hurt and anger rest deep in some of our black brother’s hearts. This loss of hope can suck the life out of any man. They say money is the root of all evil, but I say the lack of money is at the root of the problem in our communities. How can you learn when you don’t have enough food to eat? What do you do when you don’t have adequate clothes? You go get it by any means necessary.
We can sit and analyze and point the fingers at why our communities are in despair. But, until we learn to take a look in the mirror and be honest with ourselves the cycle will continue. We must find away to grow no matter where we are planted. Those of us that have must give. Too often those of us that make it forget where we came from. United we stand divided we fall. So let’s stand up and take back our communities.