I need your strength
Strength is something I have needed to stay on course. It has shown itself in many forms and sometimes in unexpected ways. Friends and family have always been reliable sources. Sometimes it has been the words of encouragement of a stranger, a fan who has been moved by my rhymes. The words from a parent whose teenager has taken on board the wisdom released on one of my tracks. Sometimes it was a crowd going crazy, almost living every word with you. The hugs of a loving mother who believed in me when it looked like it were a distant dream. Another source of strength was finally recognising my weaknesses, and counteracting them. Mainly it was the shoulder to lean on when times were hard and the ways to succeed were clouded. We all have to navigate our way and even if it seems you’re stuck in the maze, don’t give up. Every time a door closed on me I looked for an open window. At times you have had to be like liquid, able to adapt to whatever life and the industry throws at you.
Dealing with chaos, it don’t make sense,
It’s like being caged in by an electric fence,
Sometimes you feel alone, with nowhere to turn,
Who knows your pain as your emotions burn?
We live and learn but are we learning as we live,
Questioning God cause of what someone did,
Our lives are best understood as you look back,
But each day we live them forwards and so many miss that.
Every journey is filled with both highs and low and the true test of your character is how you walk in both. I had a decision to make, would I keep writing with the hope of more shows or let it go. I had a second wind but would I be relevant now. I had been away for ten years raising my children and trying to understand life. Things had changed and so did the perceived needs of the community. Ralph Emerson said, “What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.” The chaos we see now with youth culture is a result of the breakdown of the family. With the breakdown of the family and fatherless ness widespread in society, what we see is a generation that is fearless, without respect and dignity, and no sense of belonging. Young men are looking for role models outside the home as we see a lack of fathers stepping up to the plate and fulfilling their duty to their children. The result is we see young men trying to prove their manhood by their pursuit of the opposite sex and what they are willing to do if they feel disrespected. Young women struggle for identity without daddy in their life to continually reassure them of their beauty and importance. I need to step up my game and be what I can be for my children. I need to provide them a launch pad for their potential.
In the English language if a women loses her husband she becomes a widow. If a man loses his wife he becomes a widower. If a child loses their parents they become orphans but a parent that loses a child is given no name, the reason for this is our children were meant to outlive us. To those who have lost a child or cousin or friend you are in my prayers. Today we see young people dying for respect, their postcode or money. I want to bring your attention to the hyphen, or the power of the hyphen. The hyphen is the line between your birth date and your death date. What will yours represent, will you leave a legacy to inspire others or one to be forgotten, and we have the power to choose. Where there is no vision we die, when we have no future hope we let our dreams fade. We don’t need to fulfil negative stereotypes and fit the profiles of death, it’s time we mark out an alternative destiny that embraces success and happiness.
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Diary of a RhymerNon-Fiction
This is an urban art story, it is my story. It involves my life and the lives of a unique group of people of which I am proud to be one. It is the story of how a thought became a dream and how that dream has come to define an entire era. In language...