We live in scary times. In times of death and of blood. Of shattered bones and bodies being carried in sacks because they are too torn to be carried on stretchers. We live in times where it is the innocent who die. While the evil, their souls tarred with their crimes, walk free. Breathing our air, the air they have stolen from the ghosts they have made of the souls who used to walk these streets. We live in times where we lose loved ones and friends and loved ones of friends. All have lost someone or have lost someone through someone. And because we are of one blood, because we are all kin; there is no one who has been left unaffected. But even though this may be the case, I will not let this deter me. I will hold onto hope. I will live as I have always lived. Knowing that after the sun has set on this life, I have eternity waiting for me...
...And it is for this reason that...
...I will not be scared into love. No, not by bombs nor by threats of bombs. I will not leap into love nor by an illusion there of, simply because my mortality has been flashed before my eyes and there's now a real chance of me dying alone. No, I will not succumb. I refuse to be bullied into love. Or a wraith of what we call love. I will love when and how I want to. With a heart as big as the sun. and just as fiery. I refuse to love simply because to not to would be a liability. Instead, I will hold out for something better, for something stronger, for something hotter, for something brighter...
I will dare to hope, I will dare to live. I will raise my flag high. I will not be afraid to give. I will stand in courage, I will stand in love. It's black, yellow and red forever homie...yeah, now that's what's up.
"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree."
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You should email this piece to everybody in Uganda and then to em Alshafuckwits.
I prefer bananas. but i guess apples will do...
ReplyDeleteI like this one L.A. I like it very much. And I especially feel you on being bullied into love, or a wraith of what we call love...
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n here's to black, yellow, red!!!! rily cool L.a....
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