Poetry by: SHARIEKA BREEDEN
Will the universe ever birth it’s greatest during our existence?
Where do we stand in the story of creation? In the scheme of things and the pattern of possibilities, where do we stand?
Movements in motion. History unfolds as we mark life by mourning the lives of legends.
Prayers sent up for enhanced circumstances. Rituals passed down through story-telling and dances.
Have I met a king; Have I talked to a queen?
Visions of forever, with a presentation that I have never romantically placed into the scheme of things. It just seems to look like forever when I try to glance at tomorrow but am still staring at today.
Restless hours: running through time as we dig through the pits of the earth anxiously trying to find what sleep means.
Scriptures from sacred texts, feelings of being blessed, empty refrigerators and world starvation that makes us second guess what it is that religion is trying to suggest?
Wrongful rights and righting wrongs. The intensity that can be felt when someone speaks a redundant cliche yet powerful term “Be strong.”
The universe has birth it’s greatest during our existence and while I have not met the king or queen of everything I have surely encountered the ruler of something.
We stand in the center of our own creation, moving in rhythm, off beat and off key as we do the same as the ones before us, yearn for intimacy.
Longing to feel the surface of the universe, we scratch, scrape and dig, never able to truly find the purpose. Useless fossils and bones that stamp the supposed begging of our existence.
Labels of ignorance placed on our foreheads as we champion in the fight to end oppression.
Throwers of stones doing our best to be the cause of someone else repenting. Modern day slavery coming through a jail sentence.
Sharecropping is nothing more than renting. Will the universe ever birth justice during our existence.
I have met fair treatment on several occasions. I have also been introduced to the backwards practices of those who think that solutions come from liquor stores being placed on every corner in the ghetto and in every shopping plaza in the suburbs.
Back to the scripture; proverbs.
Unhealthy drinking water in all of our glasses.
In the scheme of things and the pattern of possibilities, where do we stand?
Will the universe ever birth its greatest during our existence?