There’s a fire Burning in my soul Blood in the water Mountains fall The year may be ash There’s a fire in my soul I’m not tired anymore I was younger then I’m older now You either rise with me Or you don’t My life is a compass I’m pressing on You either rise with me Or you don’t. If the ship won’t come in I’ll build it.
Tired of hate. I hear a young college girl complain while taking another selfie, about an article she saw the headline of , and it just is the reason she can’t live here anymore. The headline of the article never read ruins her entire day.
A black man, got up on a Sunday and ate breakfast with his wife, then went to work, getting paid, $3.01 an hr no overtime, to dig the grave of JFK…it was an honor, he said.
I’m tired of social media
We’ve lost touch
I hope we change
I hope as a collective we remember, community. We rely on each other.
The Kennedy’s were assassinated
Martin Luther King Jr was Assassinated
Malcolm X assassinated
Jackie stood, covered in her husbands blood, refusing to cry, refusing to look away from her husbands face…
This is what the Doctor remembers…
We cry about hating this country
We cry about not getting the love we deserve…
If any family had a reason to hate this country, it was the Kennedy family… assassinated by the people they served…