NC Protesterr

Just exercising my fair use and freedom of speech. :) oh and having fun...

A Light

They say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel,

But right now I am walking around in the dark.

Making sure I don’t circle around the same place,

Before moving on, I leave an obvious mark.

I can’t even see my own hands and feet,

The contrast is none too stark.

I am hoping of any type of illumination,

A lighter, a match, a spark.

I once heard a woman say, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—

Just hope it’s not a train.

She experienced the darkness of cancer and chemo,

But during treatment, did not once complain.

Just as the sun always comes out

After the clearing of the rain,

It’s always a wonder how such stories of beauty

Can originate from a place of deep pain.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel

I see it happen every day.

This does not mean that dark days will no longer exist,

Or all your troubles will go away.

But it is encouragement for you to hang on and stay in there

As the winds of life cause you to sway.

So, each time you hear this overused phrase,

Take it to heart and know, it’s going to be okay.

Thesis Writer's Block/Being Silly....to be continued

I’m sitting down, attempting to focus, and trying to write my thesis.

Accompanying me are my mug of tea, headphones, and Reese’s Pieces.

I space out and dwell on the love affair between chocolate and peanut butter.

Man, I hate Nutella. The thought of tasting it makes my taste buds shudder.

‘Oh yeah,’ I think, ‘I’m writing this paper,’ as I stare at the blinking cursor.

I begin to wish words would just magically appear—a writer’s block reverser.

I select the header and type the running head, failing to get ahead with this paper.

What if I just drop out, take to the streets, and live my life as a penny scraper?

Skittles versus Bullets by Kay Rich

After leaving the convenience store,

It was later made evident that Trayvon was shortchanged.

One-hundred-forty-pound kid versus a 250-pound heavyweight?

Sounds like some sick handicap fight had been arranged.

Black face versus white face;

A baggy hoodie versus fitted apparel;

Skittles versus bullets;

AriZona Iced Tea versus a barrel.

His girlfriend on the phone suggested he run;

He decided to merely put his hoodie up and walk faster.

If only he knew his stalker had a gun,

Maybe he could have dashed and it wouldn’t have ended in disaster.

We are all too familiar with this weapon of racial profiling—

Day after day people shoot off the gun of ignorance,

Loaded with the bullets of hate,

Leaving us with the scattered shell casings of anger.

If The People don’t wake up and the powers-at-be don’t change,

Our society is surely headed down a path of even more destruction and danger.

Final Plea

This is my cerebral turned cyber

Prayer in a status.

A final plea.

I hope they see.

I’m drowning in this sea.

I need someone to reach

And try to save me.

I’m trying just to be.

Despite all of my misery.

I’m so young,

It’s not fair.

I feel like nobody cares.

Sometimes waking up and breathing is too much to bear

I’ve been losing this game

For quite a while.

I feel like a worthless Joker

Placed in the discard pile.

I’ve been through the fire, and I’ve been left charred.

Sometimes I wonder if life was meant to be this hard.

I’m teeter tottering on a line just short of being placed in a psych ward.

But I hold onto the hope my joy will one day be restored.

This is a piece I'm still working on...not sure if it's finished yet. It is written with someone in mind, but I think giving a back story would give away who it is. Sometimes human beings are born into unimaginable circumstances, but more often then not they find strength to keep going. I hope this gives someone hope. Please keep in mind, that I view my poetry as art. I am not suicidal, but it is dedicated to a dear friend who presently is at times. Some problems in life are just uphill journeys and long battles, but you can come out on top.

Psalm 127:3 by Kay Rich ©

Only I can be me
(I am a gift from God.)
I am great as can be
(I am a gift from God.)
Jesus died for ME
(I am a gift from God.)
Psalm 127 verse three

In God’s Image
I am fearfully and wonderfully made,
And on the cross,
By Christ, my debt was paid.

I can’t enter heaven unless I
Become like little children,
Having child-like faith that
Christ freed me from sin.

God has plan to prosper us,
Of hope and a future.
We are not defined by
Statistics or pop culture.

You can be a CEO, lawyer,
Or an artist…
A doctor or a teacher,
The list is endless.

But God doesn’t stop there
At making us unique;
He gives u spiritual gifts
To help those in need:

Words of wisdom, special knowledge,
Gift of healing;
Great faith, performing miracles,
Gift of prophesy;

The ability to discern if a message
Is from the Holy Spirit;
The ability to speak in unknown languages
And to interpret.

Remember the power of life and death
Lies in your tongue.
Don’t let anyone think less of you
Because you are young.

Be an example to all believers
In what you say,
The way you live, your love,
You purity, and your faith.

And as you go throughout life,
Remember God’s word:
Children are a gift from God;
They are a reward from the Lord.

Only I can be me.
(I am a gift from God.)
I am great as can be.
(I am a gift from God.)
Jesus died for ME.
(I am a gift from God.)
Psalm 127 verse three

 I wrote and rapped this poem circa August 2011 at an outreach program my church Wake Chapel does called Back 2 School Giveaway (I think it's called that..). The theme for that particular give-away was "Children Are Our Blessings." Seeing the kids there enjoy themselves and their faces at getting new school supplies was really a blessing and refreshing for me to see. I also remember enjoying my fair share of ice pops lol.

One of My Favorite Quotes

"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ~Leonardo da Vinci

I Gave it to God

I wrote this poem a few months ago now. I revisited it and tweaked it every now and again, but I am finally ready to hear/see what other people think of it. I have already gotten the opinion from a close friend a long time ago--not sure if she remembers that email. So with her encouragement and a mini boost of confidence, here it is:

Perseverance ((From the archives))

Getting rid of the pity party and learning to encourage myself is the hardest thing of all
But with my back leaning, I remember God asks us to dig deep
I stand up, do an about face, and turn my face against the wall
Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ, Second Timothy Chapter 2 Verse 3

The devil comes to steal, kill, & destroy. He desires to hurt me; sift me as wheat
Longsuffering can be defined as long and patient endurance of injury
With God’s iron will, I’m a chisel against the grain, the devil cannot stop me
Since Jesus already prayed for my endurance, I owe him as much to keep persevering

As horrendous as life can be, it is so easy to choose to give up
But you got this, just keep on keeping on, and hold your head up
As gruesome as the cross was, not even Jesus passed over his cup
Wait upon the Lord renew your strength, pick up your wings, and mount up

Remember to wait on the Lord and be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart
I hope the importance is made evident in the words that I impart

Scriptural References:
2 Timothy 2:3, John 10:10, Luke 22:31-32, Matthew 26:39, Isaiah 40:31, Psalm 27:14

random thoughts from venting, a poem

Yesterday I was venting about all the uproar with tax cuts and budget cuts and government program cuts, and this idea kinda grew out of that. It's just meant to be read for now....discuss if u will....here it goes, enjoy? *shrug*:

I’d like to have a no-holds-barred discussion

I am a brown-skinned United States-ian

I am called African American

Africa is a continent to which I have never been

And truthfully,

America is a couple of continents which I have never explored

United States is my country of origin

That is only united in theory

I suppose my country is quite hypocritical in its name

No, there is no civil war with guns

But we fight each other with money, stocks and bonds

We fight each other with racism, sexism, and classism, ammunition of hate

The only time we are united is in between bars of the ♪♫ 50 Niffty United States ♪♫

But go behind bars

You will find a different story

Lets raise the bar and see who can jump it or gets stuck in limbo

Maybe if we go to the bars

We can forget

And

Libations will be the lotus to make us all closer

If this is proven to drive somebody to drinking

Maybe one of ya’ll can go pass the bar to defend me

Or better yet prosecute me

For murdering with the truth

I’d rather be found guilty

Resolved

I thought you were God’s soldier,

but you ran a one-man-army.

I thought you were you praying for me,

but you were really preying on me.

The thing that hurt the most

is that you acted as if it never occurred.

A sincere, “I’m sorry,” probably could have helped.

Clearly, your morals have been blurred.

Had you been big enough

to admit who you really were and not who you portray,

things probably would have been different,

and I would have known for whom to really pray.

We cannot diminish the past,

and I still feel the pain.

However, I do not know where your heart now lies.

You may have genuinely changed.

I cannot even judge you;

I hope you come back to your senses.

Once you have Christ and then leave Him,

that is when true hell on earth commences.

I admit I used to positively hate you,

but the bitterness ate me up inside.

I refuse your control over me any longer.

God’s love is where I now reside.

Even though you caused

the hardest thing I have been through,

I searched and found in my heart

the strength to sincerely forgive you.

Not Easy Being Green in Meredith College Colton Review

It's Not Easy Being Green_Edited (for Colton Review) [somethin about the recession and there's not a lot of room bla bla bla lol]
By Kay Rich

It’s not easy BEING green.
All these PSA’s on TV talking
about going green, being green.
Think green thoughts. Do green things!
But how can a woman go green
when she’s STUCK in a 9-to-5 job,
working for the minimum wage
of the green-dead-presidents she’ll never really see?
If any green, she has the envy
of all those who have because she has—NOT.
Without the green of this nation,
all she is left with is this green earth,
BUT
how can she support the green earth
when all she does have the green for
is cheap things?
Is it her fault she is FORCED
to buy
green Jello, canned green beans, and green Koolaid
because those are more AFFORDABLE than
green melon, fresh green beans, and green tea?
Is it her fault she is FORCED
to buy food that makes
her green veins pump at a high-pressure rate?
Will she someday
look prematurely green
like those dead presidents she never even saw?
So as I check her out
during a shift on a job I need
to get these green-dead-presidents
to pay for my supposedly
“green textbooks,”
I count the green she hands me,
so my register will not be short,
so my company can stay in the
BLACK,
the only time you ever see black
associated with that kind of green.
Well, in fact,
my company has always truly been green…
Green was always easy for them; it was simple.
They bought green vegetables from green-greedy farmers
who used workers like the woman
who receives BELOW minimum green-dead-presidents’ wage
ALL because she has no green card.
So as she breaks her back picking
green lettuce, green cabbage, green turnips,
green beans, and green peppers,
she has to write letters
to her kids back home telling them,
“It’s not easy being GREEN!”
I MEAN,
when is the last time
our Homeland Security Advisory
has even spelled green?
The government officials
pursue rumors of weapons of mass destruction,
wear green berets and green fatigues
jump prematurely
into one war, now pulling out, going into another
all over green money, oil, and greed.
Now we are being told that nuclear power is green,
And the Department of Homeland Security
Shouting,
“IT’S NOT EASY BEING GREEN.”



(Originally a little longer and intended as spoken word)