The Message



On my hands I still bear the marks from the grip I once had on the whip of leather
Not from actions of the present, rather remnants of the past to which I'll always be tethered
My current mindset is not a result of a guilty conscience
It's the result of actual, factual, historical reconnaissance
Now I'm not trying to preach to you, I'm trying vocally, lyrically teach you
While I still have the power of free speech to emotionally and spiritually reach you

The truth is my friend, the ONLY means to a peaceful end
And honesty mixed with love is the ONLY way we're gonna overcome a past marred by sin
By visions of leather splitting flesh again and again
 The sound of the snap, crack, smack of the whip on my brother's skin

Long ago stolen from their home on the African plains
Traded in for nothing much more than a life of American pain
Living in fertile fields of cotton and violence
Forced to keep pride in their heart, eyes and speak with power in emotional silence

It continues today, just portrayed differently
And we're scorned for not sitting back and accepting it humbly
The whips and chains have been traded for cuffs and guns
 And we still wonder why the slave still runs

No it didn't start with Trayvon Martin but the cold blue steel flashed, stole his spark
And left Sybrina and Tracy forever broken hearted
But WE can't discuss THAT, we're supposed to submit and follow the Blue Lives while they blindly lead us to die on their burning crosses
 Silence is no longer an option, it's time to stop counting our losses

I stand where I've always stood, with the thirty percent of this nation, with the youth of this generation
I'll always have my brother's back and hold my loving sister's heart in my hand
Because I feel the power and the pain in their words when they speak to me about the Mother Land....

There is no secret plan or hidden agenda here
My words are written very well and clear
I told you when this began, when I said I supported Colin Kaepernick and even said that #BlackLIVESMatter
I was gonna sit back and watch who stuck around and who scattered
I've stood and will continue to hold my ground
Just like #TheNewWhiteRose I and we will NOT stand down
Our voices will continue to be heard
Because there's truth and more importantly love in our words....

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Written on March 15, 2018

Submitted by Daleisnmyhardt3 on July 02, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme ABCCDD XEXE XXCC FFGG XXXX XHH XXABXXBX
Characters 2,290
Words 426
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 6, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 8

Jason Marriner

I was born in Pensacola,Florida. Raised in Portsmouth,Virginia and Indianapolis,Indiana. Raised by a single mother. As most children might say, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Although with age I've come to realize I could've been a better son. I didn't always make it easy on her. I started writing off and on when I was about 13, more as a way to vent, and I never really took my writing seriously. But my mother did. She always wanted me to pursue it as a career, but of course, being a teenage boy, I resented the idea because it wasn't mine. I didn't even particularly enjoy writing, it was just a way to express myself and the mood only strikes me once in awhile, could be one a week, could be one every ten years. I started considering writing more right about the time the song 8 Mile came out and I rewrote it in my own words. I actually liked how it turned out. But a thunderstorm had other ideas, lightning struck a transformer outside my apartment and I lost it all. I didn't write again for around ten years. I would find inspiration again in my late 20s. I had just started my career as a truck driver when I met the person who would forever change my life. Six months of dating and living together was all the time I needed to know I was going to marry this woman. She made me wait another two and a half years, but we finally took the plunge, and it was more than I ever deserved. We would be together another three or four years before ultimately breaking up. I look back on those years as the best years of my life to this day. I harbor no ill will at all towards you, I still care enough about you that I sincerely hope you find happiness. In 2013, my mom died and the effect it had on me is still felt today. I honestly believe that her passing took such a toll on me that I sabotaged my marriage. I say that not to lay blame on my mother, it was my fault for the things I did. For the next few years after my failed marriage, I would basically drown myself in work, driving around the country, and writing from time to time. In 2017 I met a family that would become an extension of my own family, they've basically adopted me for some unknown reason. I still wonder why sometimes. But I'm grateful. I never felt like I had a connection with many people in my life, aside from my mother, my ex wife and my closest friend from high school, but this family is right there. On July 11th of 2022, the ninth anniversary of my mother's death, I decided that I would try to do something with my writing, maybe even try to get published, it's what she always wanted me to do. I've started writing what I'd like to think of as songs, but I have no grand fantasy that someone will ever sing them on the radio. I'm just trying to honor my mother's wishes. So, with that being said, I sincerely hope that if you choose to read these poems, that you enjoy them. Thank you! more…

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