Wage Slaves/Image Slaves

I had an epiphany today. It was like my eyes opened up for the first time, since the last time that they saw ever so clearly what was going on.


My Father (my Daddy) is right, he believes that we’ve become slaves to our wages. And, if this is the case, just call me the bottom slave, busting my ass, staying way past , time, to get it right and do it well, so that I never have to ask anyone to bail, me out. But when it’s all said and done, what do we have left? A few borrowed hours to spend with the very ones that you keep lights on for? I mean, why keep the lights on if your heart is off and your time is desolate and you are barely able to see anyway as the tiredness, gloom and stress hovers over your body, forcing you to give off negative vibes. You may as well be wearing a “Keep Out” sign on your soul.

HA!

I love the best of the best, just like the rest. But will I sell the beating blessing in my chest just so that people won’t jest? I. Think. Not.----Nah, never.

Whose opinions matter anyway? More mere mortals, watching you? Laughing at you as you cash your check at stores because you have no bank account. Laughing at you as you rent your tires and rims so that the onlookers can see them. Laughing at you because your most precious possession are in ya Mama’s name. Smiling at you when you have a lock on your rented door that you cannot enter because it was either the Benz or the Rent and the car came first. Get a clue, an education, a career a direction. Get something, as opposed of trying to be something. For real now, I am laughing at you. Always on the scene, refusing to speak to people that you’ve known all your life. Remember, we stayed next door. My Mama would bring ya’ll bread from the Thrift and your Mama would let us use the phone when ours was cut off for non-payment? Ooooh, but I guess none of that rings a bell, thru your blue tooth, which was brand new, and your kids walk around in old diapers smelling like Poo-Poo at ya Mama’s house because you can’t shit for them. MESSAGE!!!

Let me take a step back. I am not in a position to judge you or you or you or even me. I’m just saying “can we get some clarity?” Can we for once try to align our purpose with the divine one? Can we put things into perspective. Like my Father says: What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? *Selah* Some of you are polluting your bodies and the community with trash, silliness, all to keep up an image. But I ask you “For who do you do these things?” For what gain? Most importantly, or you satisfied with your answer?

My coiled hair unravels from under my hat, as I dip it to you: My Brothers and Sisters who would sacrifice a hair cut or a new do to make sure your kids eat. This is for the Grandparents’ who have stepped in to help their children’s-children out in their time of need. This is for my Sisters who would rather drive the same car, so that they could provide an experience for themselves and their kids. This is for my Brothers who would rather play catch with their sons, than to “catch” ass in the street and God knows what else. This is for my families who would rather make beans and rice and pay their mortgage, than to pay rent and eat at the happening spot. This is for my people who know that it’s not about whose name you can drop, or where you live, it’s about who you are. It’s not about what you have, as much as it is about what you do with it. And they say we are in a recession. Nah, we are in a regression. People better get right. Take account of who you are, how you live and you touch the lives that you’ve been entrusted with. Better now than later.

Later!