Within me is a fire being stoked

by the presence of lost hope

among the environment as a whole

In the dark are the children of a brighter generation

Misguided

so products of the environment are what we are raising

You see, it’s not about the black fist raising

or the lessons the elders gave us

It’s about awareness gaining

the recognition of the blessings in our favor

The flame within me is karma

manifested in my persona

resurrecting the idea of honor

An open path to Heavenly math

where One nation is the product

of God times Man

It burns to learn the depth of my path

when silence was once golden

it is devaluing fast

Though our past holds pain

we’ve been seeing some glory

but through tunnel vision

we can not see the whole story

The fire in me is scorching

My paper becomes ashes forming

blowing into the wind

while the ink from my pen bleeds thin

My degrees allow my hands to craft nothing

now the freedom in my mind

must scribe something.