Of death and hope

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody’s dyin’ tell me what’s the use of tryin’

Only God can judge me – Tupac Shakur

The recent events have shed a light on the issues that have gone on unnoticed for too long. We live in a community where the average human has to struggle for needs that are practically guaranteed elsewhere. But when your very existence is threatened, a spark is lit, and only continues to grow.

Sometimes hope comes slowly, like the pattering of raindrops that lead to a thunderstorm. At times, it comes with no warning. The crashing of waves with no regard for life.

In the midst of the angst being felt, we remember that everything good will come. We watch the sunrise, with its cheeky smile, coming out of hiding and we hope. For a better day.

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Excerpt from Still I rise by Maya Angelou

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