Then and Now
We resemble the soil from which valuable things are harvested and grown from. Yet this is the same soil that gets walked upon by its own resemblance.I dont know whether we are visually impaired or whether the thought of judgement is to much for us to bare.
Why do we shadow our fears, to hide from the reality of scribed history, our torments have driven us past selfish interludes of pride, leading us to grow envious of man alike, instead we taint images of our own perception in pursuit to feel accepted, righteous in manner, pleading to be glorified.
We simply forget, the past plays affect on the future we hold
We are all the seeds of another.
The new era.
Some through suffering and cruelty
And others bewitched by the charm of persuasion.
The deception of falling for what’s been displayed to be real as principle.
Where’s the desire.
All it takes is patience, as well as prosper.
You create the news in your city.
By Stephanie Robinson
Featuring Malika.
