Docked at Liberation's Bay

CATEGORY

Sitting here on the dock

Of the bay of mind

With my feet hanging

In the waters of memories—

Conjuring thoughts

Of the remaining struggle—

Thoughts flowing in the canal

Between desired hopes

And reality’s truths;

So much to ponder looking

Out and into wrinkling waters

Waving and frothing life’s shores

With the dampness

Of determination’s ship

Waiting off-shore

To be anchored at the dock

Of restoration—to be scraped

Of corroded apathy

And rusting will power—

There to be re-plastered

With renewed courageousness;

While sitting here on the dock

Brings awareness, such is useless

If incapable of impregnating action

And giving renewed birth to the journey;

The psychology of the knowledge waters

Of cultural awareness is one thing;

The sociology of such waters is yet another.

To act as bad as you think you are

Is one thing but to be MJ bad as…is another!

Now I know that just sitting here on the docks

Won’t bring the struggle’s ship to shore;

I must get up and dive into the waters of reality

And swim out and give battle to the surging tides

To bring the waiting ship of our liberation to shore!