To be honest, I’ve grown tired of entertaining. My smile entices, but my humor provokes. I want to do more. I CAN do more. I am more than a clown. I never resented the tomfoolery as long as I was the one orchestrating it, but there comes a time to do more. I need to stimulate the mind There’s a time to awaken the spirit. We are on the cusp of a revolution.
Every generation experiences a turning point. Whether it be political, religious, socio-economical, or even musical, how we confront change or challenge norms defines us. Like my hair, I can not allow my grimace to define me.
We are a nation that has smiled through injustices too long. We’ve accepted the status quo so long that our stripped liberties leave us naked but still luke warm. By the time we get cold enough to demand a restoration of our rights, it will be too late. We won’t be placated any longer. We will demand heat! We will start a fire. We will burn it down!!
Am I mis-speaking? Is this not what happened in Ferguson. Is this not what happened to MOVE in Philadelphia 30 years ago? Watts?? L.A. Riots in 92? There’s not enough tainted water in Flint to keep souls from burning.
Tension is high! My smile could bring some relief, or it could mask a larger problem. We’ve been wearing masks too long. They’ve smiled in our faces, and then stabbed us in the back. Who, you ask? The ones we’ve trusted. Our leaders, our clergy, our families… Not deliberately, of course. Accidentally, for sure!
They too are sheep leading, and being led. Who will you follow? And will you be smiling while you wait to be nudged at the slaughterhouse?
Too serious? I don’t think so. Not serious enough! I’ll smile in the morning,