preach tho, sistah preach!
im not tryna preach anything bra, me im just saying.
- meditations on a mustard seed -
the other day i was at the train station. a sweltering hot day, the kind of day when you stare off into the distance, at nothing. trying to forget yourself. the kind of day when you feel even the pavement, beneath your moaning feet, trying to breathe. and as i was standing there, this guy approached, he was so lanky and it is the reason i turned to look at him. broom in hand going about his day to day. sweeping, cleaning what people like you and me discard of so easily, carelessly. this ongoing debate about our neglect creating employment - nevermind the environment. anyway this is not the point. this guy must have been a few years my senior.
his, such a looming presence, he gave me the temporary reprieve of shade. and so it may have been out of fright or out of gratitude that i stole a glance at him. but it seems i had nothing to give him but the shame i saw him a**ume in his manner, as i our eyes met. he quickly lowered his eyes, gathering dust. looking about, with time on my hands, in my shades, i must have looked cool. and in our uncomfortable and unwitnessed exchange he made me think about something. feel something. and i wanted to say something to him. i wish i had...
you must never be ashamed of where your right now places you. you must never be ashamed of time putting you through, of life requiring you to do what you must do. you must never never allow the world to take from you that which would get you through. everything counts. i dont know who you are. i dont know what brings you to this moment. i dont know what its taken from you. i dont know what it takes from you yet. and most importantly i dont know where its taking you.
your tomorrow is not held in my glance. your way, not defined by my gaze. in my looking about, with time on my hands, looking cool. who am i then.
who am i.