Since it is that time of the year.. here it goes. this poem was written and read at a black graduate celebration at purdue university when i had a lot of hair. i was doing my cornel west style back then.
travelling to destinations
we constantly evolve our embattled souls…
soon destined to be mantled
as bachelors of promise masters of circumstance doctors of fate.
these titles are not earned by being sedate
but rather eye-awake face-to-face
to the blinding pain of the day and the loneliness of night
we immerse ourselves into the traditions of the past of the present
making our minds a gift
for the tower to open and mold
abstract arguments into lines of lucidity
deftly hiding the emotions within each word we write
this academic alchemy doesn’t defy mere understanding…
it produces through our sheer will and determination in the midst of all….
we are the truth tellers human healers didactic decoders
coming from a line of descendants who took different journeys in life
but their destinations our destinations are still the same.
full of promise.
full of uncertainty.
full of darkness.
Come, we have a new world to illuminate.