over two weeks ago, i took a breather to jot some things down and get a bird's eye view of my life from afar. two weeks later, i am still out of breath; panting and bewildered by the q-u-hectic way of life i am leading. i caught myself saying i'd sleep when i die a few too many times.
"then everything changed 'cause he saw his own wings"
I attended a banquet with the midget and saw two very deserving brothas get some much-needed public props for their good deeds on the front lines and behind the scenes. I got a chance to reconvene with the crew - my immediate family - down in ATL. Those chicks are crazy. But I love 'em. Lil Sis is about to go off into the world on the real life voyage shT and make it happen. She had a showcase of her body of work and I was beaming from ear-to-ear with pride and excitement (on the inside of course). Yet, the real quirk in the story is our moms though. It's strange because I give her such a hard time when we get together. But you gotta love her. All of our collective craziness stems from her. Yet, our passion, poise, and perseverance also comes from her as well. Coming from where we're from and how we had it at one point, it's a testament to her willpower to see that all three of us came out okay in the end, graduated from college. Durant Ave in the mid-nineties raised plenty of kids; but I guess I'll never know how many of us truly grew up.
"I got love fo' my folks
baptized when the levee broke"
I got to enjoy my annual mini-vacation known as the NSBE conference. This time, we bounced back to Orlando, where it was located my lst year of undergrad. Oh, the memories. This time, there more people, less familiar faces, and a different overall experience. Yet, I am highly happy that I went. Highly. Ain't nothing like a NSBE conference. It gets me rejuvenated. It does something to my equilibrium. I saw several folks who I knew when they were still in high school. I damn sure ain't responsible for any of their success, but it feels good to know you at least played a minor role as a extra in the motion picture of their evolution from child to adult.
"they be trying to hide the history
but they know who we are"
So now it's back to the ever-cliched grind. We grindin, yo. Blah blah blah. Working hard and playing hard trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents and change the world one quarter water at a time. My portable hard drive crashed, my whip got side-swipped, and taxes are still not done yet. Le sigh. And if the school district's budget issues continue, I just may be out of a job soon. Woe is me, right? Nah, fuq that, B. Take it all in stride and man up. My life is in just as much order as it needs to be. I got that sparkle in my eye so when you see me coming, please step aside or get run off the road. I'm aiming for knee-caps and will not stop to ask for directions. I'm chasing dark clouds away to start anew once again and won't be deterred from living out my dreams. If you trying to ride shottie, then buckle up.
"we g'on keep marching on
until you hear that freedom song"
-Erykah Badu, "Soldier"
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