Why are you offended? Perfection is impossible; so should the aim for goodness not be mentioned? If you are so in love with evil intentions; why do you need the good in your quest to seek attention? Sodom and Gomorrah, the stage should be yours in this dimension. The real question is what’s gone happen when no one is left to tell you that love should be dominion? Do we have to be savages, for the need to make our sins seem right by signing evil petitions? The problem is you rejected everything decent because the impossibles of perfection felt like all or nothing and not possible for repetition. Evil wants you to believe that being good is being flawless only to place your options in detention. Do what you want with your soul but stop trying to place mine in contention. If humanity means nothing to you then don’t worry about me saying “I believe in us,” because you won’t be alone in your decision. But just let me keep on wishing.

The direction you fight determines the next generation’s plight. As a baby, three generations ago, I wish I could of spoke – speaking words of life, like “don’t believe the hype.” Time flies so fast, I know that right now the future is being born and starting now, I’m taking their future advice… Voices of the future voicing too easy ain’t too right… The goal is not to fight up or down but instead straight ahead but only being able to by making fairness ripe… Selfish delights reign supreme and as a result corruption unites. Armies fighting civilians and pretending it was a real fight, despite the only thing we ever wanted was access to civil rights. When you are born into a system offended by the thought of freedom; why do you believe you hold the rights to pretend like that’s alright? At this point I don’t even care if you choose to see the light because with everybody fighting down the tension is already too tight. In spite of senseless strife, I suffice. As long as the Most High knows that I tried to be his type.

Author: Wyshandra Glaze

One hundred thirty six…
Like seasons, I remain and change…
Sunrising daily…
As existence of my soul persist…
I reminisce…
Thinking of innocent ears…
In streaks they do appear…
Spring time ears…
Introductions to one hundred and thirty six seasons…
Steering with consideration…
I am here.
No fool am I — 
to hurt the innocent soul passing by.
Flawed indeed but I try…
In rare times like a winter storm —
I respond. 
Understanding I am human…
Never assume I claim perfection…
The storm of my soul’s protection…
My primary election —
is peace.

Untouched by soil, as a seed I was void… Toiling on the ledge — thinking I was two steps ahead, not realizing, I had to fall to grow legs… As a neatly packaged seed there was no soil and no sun for me to reach… I remember my first green leaf. It was the day I realized there was more of me to meet. Oh — how the vibrant parts of my soul came alive and set me free… No longer on the edge, I now own streets instead. We have one life to live, and we will all one day meet our makers holy hill… I remember I used to be scared of the soil believing that it was only a place for the dead, not realizing that the soil gives life to the seed bold enough to pledge. Bold enough to leave the porch in search of a better life ahead… What he said and what she said was wedged in my soul blinding me from seeing that I needed to fall to be fed… Ohh did the landing hurt but I realized the chains broke and I was still breathing and as I tarried in the soil I grew my first leaf and found me — found peace. Ohh — how free it is to sometimes let it all go. Sometimes you just know it is the only way for you to truly grow – or simply to save your soul. The me, that could never roll in the soil, had to go. She was not prepared for the visions the Most High planned for me to host. Now I know that the oil of my soul comes from the rich soil tilled by me, nourishing — my growing tree.

Despair will not sit well, when ”we the people,” have always prevailed. You wanted us to be scared, paralyzed in the fear that we would fail. But when the good guys shed their old shells, devils begin to learn, “the righteous will show you what it means, to rain down a righteous hell.” Bullies are weak, and are not the righteous I speak of in the righteousness of my wail. Pulling the veil back to remind, that it is the good guys who make way for all to excel is more than sufficient in breaking all evil spells. Reminding one another that, “we the people” are the gel and “we the people” will no longer be used as a tool against ourselves. The difference between a righteous fight and a evil plight is evil fights down and the righteous fight up. Up against those using their political powers to take from the people in which they were empowered to help. Remembering that the good guys are not color coded because in their righteous rebel their feet swell just the same… giving way for all to drink from the freedom well. I know that many seeds have been planted, both good and bad, and the tension is at times thick, but history proves that it is division that keeps us all, one way or another, in a inhumane cell. Either turning us into a derailed version of humanity where common decency is repelled and those who try to keep their soul intact become the rail being leaned on even though the concrete laid by the strength of those that came before us becomes frail. With misery being worn on every vessel like skin. Potholes in the concrete started off discreet but now we can see and smell that the evil is reeking and making us weak. Now we got that old thang back, and strength in our knees, to make evil retreat. To declare that we will do our part, in our generation, because one thing the devil can’t access, is peace. That is what the people seek, and it starts with he, she, and we. We are prone to fighting because we are human and we breathe, but nothing can compare to the lasting high of fighting to set our souls free to live in a world in which a future generation can look back at us and know that we untied weeds for their flowers to reach their peak, their peace. I can see your cards, and the goodness of mankind, will not be beat.