Where do you see yourself in life?what is the purpose . for our existence who has the key to this realization i have made ...who are we as humans to take reign on a world in its entirety based solely on our standards? are we any better than the animals we so command and steer like a pet or a tool. If there were more to the world in terms of species than that of humankind and those below it already recorded where would humankind stand. Should they serve a threat , do we have the power to garner enough strength to defend ourselves. say it as you may they could very well be our guardian angels in the guise of an extraterritorial being unknown and frightening in its mystique. Could these such beings hold the key to our purpose in life. Or is it within yourself that you find such purpose(s).who am i to limit such possibilities?why is it humankind struggle so with expressing our humanity the one thing we hold unique from any other being. We like the ethnicity of African Americans whom i fall under tarnish our roots wholely by forgetting the basis of our very existence. And though traditions are high in stature what is it when being compared to that of our alterations. in our eyes in my generation most traditions are considered lame and equivocally result in our shunning of our peoples past beliefs. however this is not all. our ignorance never really runs dry as we not only shun our story we talk ill of it and therein fall lower than that of the Caucasian whom systematically tore our culture apart piece by piece and adopted what was ours pure and true thoroughly beforehand naming it as their own. And though not all this generalization is made we cannot place such a burden on one innocent as that is pushing the accountability for having my people's enslavement continued far after the physical hell my people had already experienced. now we are within a stage of mental slavery keeping majority of the world not merely black people but also those not as privileged economically white or not are as left in the dark as much the next man the complexion of such darkness included. Why is the world this way i wonder... if the roles were switched would i still feel as strongly about balance and the mental slavery being imposed on the majority. That opens my mind to more possibilities. why had i been born of the privileged one percent what ideals would i have. no i am not perfect now but don't i hold certain keys to a grasp of my mental abilities and where the world is and who holds the power more than that majority of the population can say themselves.
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Reflection Of The World
PoetryDeep thoughts on life and its impact on even the smallest of ideas