Battle Cries

  When I was sixteen enlisting into the Army was a dream of mine. The flyers in the Counselor's Office made me really believe that it could be a possibility. This was before I knew about The Harlem Hell Fighters or the Tuskegee Airmen. In other words I was ignorant of the history of black people who served in The Armed Forces. Why go overseas to fight some war when you got a war going on in your own country?

  Turning twenty-one was pure hell. Dealing with cases and going in and out of court with a man who didn't see me as one of his children hurt like yet again hell. Thankfully, my awakening had began at this time. I also thank God that I wasn't charged with anything.

  Entering 2018 I would be kicked out of school and put on dismissal. No one wants this at age twenty-three. It was this dismissal that was on top of an arrest and being labeled passive aggressive by one my aunts. The help I received as regards to digging me out of this ditch was very small. And I don't care how some of my family members feel about me saying this.

  In a month and five days I'll be twenty-five. At this moment I have twelve blog series' to my name and working on a book. I might not have a lot of money or be where I want to be in life, but things could be worse (much worse). My work will represent any righteous cause as long as there's injustice in this world.

  Writing this I'm talking to those of you that are fighting battles both personal and mental. You can call this a list of battle cries if you want. I really don't care if you do. "Attention." Gather around you're stations troops.