Voice

I wasn’t going to write anything today, but then I noticed Al Sharpton dancing the “James Brown” on the Jimmy Fallon Show. I decided to look for a clip of it to post on my page and link to Politics Nation. While doing that, I discovered a video of him that showed him back in the day dressing like a young hiphop aficionado and fighting the fight. And it shocked me, and it also inspired me.

Lately, I’ve felt like giving up on trying to change the world. On every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country is bigotry, hatred and intolerance. It is all around us, and I am fed up with it. But woe is me; what am I to do? Likely nothing but write a bunch of inflamed Facebook rhetoric. Thus far, that is.

I suffer from a debilitating condition that keeps me in a terrorized state of anxiety. I feel great this weekend because my roomie has left for a vacation. He is nice, but when he is around, I am as shy and nervous as a scaredy cat. I can’t help it, and I will likely die this way. But let it be known that every morning I wake up, I hope for just a second that maybe… just maybe this will be the day I find myself without anxiety and fear—totally free to finally be me.

And I greatly urge those who dabble in hatred to pray day and night that this never happens—that I never find my voice. Because I promise that the day I find it, I will begin a journey, much like Mr. Sharpton’s, to bring justice and righteousness to every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country in this world of ours. And I will start at home, here in the United States of America.

Because I am sick and tired of the hatred. And I am sick and tired of the bigotry. And more than that, I am sick and tired of the lies, the excuses, and the bullshit. Something is seriously wrong with this world, and I hope that one day God or whomever, whatever gives me the power to wage a war against it, because I am sick… I am tired… and though I feel alone day in and out, I know deep inside that, in the grand scheme of things, I am anything but alone.