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Walking through a forest of memories
along a trail of ancestral footprints
I stepped on a pyramid stone—
piercing my mind with the pain of reality:
Reality…dreams are not;
they’re just introductory directions.
Reality…visions are not;
They’re mere paths to be traveled.
Reality…reality is!
And so is the present life
we’re still struggling.
To have dreams…to have visions…
are not realities; merely hopes.
Being walled up in our skins
by bigotry, deceit, and injustice,
are pinball realities… propelling
from one deceiver to another.
Reality is; not something coming to be:
deferred dreams remain just that—
deferred (indefinitely).
Broken visions remain just that—
broken (forever).
Without struggle (always);
freedom concedes nothing.
It’s surely a staunch reality
that walling oppression remains;
but a Jericho strategy will not work.
The reality is that we must amass
a battering ram spirit…so let’s get real!
Ping pong paddle strategies are no match
for today’s hailing snowball oppressive forces.
