I Am Troy Davis

This post is a part of Indie Ink's Weekly Writing Challenge. I was challenged by Tara Roberts with a quote from Winston Churchill “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” I challenged runaway sentence

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September 21, 2011

A night to remember

My life is now in Your hands

My life, my God, my Maker

I have been ready to see You all this time

My One, my Love, my Lord

I just wanted them to see

That justice belongs to You, God

No one can separate me from Your love

This long ordeal did not prove my innocence

Rather Your blood is the atonement for my sin

I stand in Your presence ‘Not Guilty’

In the arms of the Holy Lamb of God, Jesus Christ

Everyone is still fighting for my justice...

But here I am acquitted of my crime

From a natural born sinister life

Thank You for Your sacrifice.

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The Random

This post is part of Indie Ink's Weekly Writing Challenge.  I was challenged this week with "I just walked away..." from Billy Flynn. I challenged Janey.

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You know it; you've been there before. You probably don't even realize what you're doing. You're there; then, you're just gone. Like a vapour.

A young black lady works around the clock to make ends meet. She has no time to spend with her children, so they're out in the streets. They grab your attention because they stand outside of your neighbourhood gas station where you buy your cigarettes, and talk to you like they know you because they see you almost everyday. You act like they aren't there; you just walk away.

A large, overweight and handicapped man comes onto the elevator while at work. You don't know that his 7 month old daughter was taken out of his care because he couldn't work enough hours to make enough money to pay for his medical expenses AND take care of her. You don't say hello; you just smile awkwardly and walk away.

Two planes fly into the twin towers causing it to explode with smoke and debris everywhere. Hundreds of people die. You watch the news and read all the newpaper stories. A survivor explains their experience on a talk show and pleads that viewers value their lives and take nothing for granted. You don't listen to her plea. You just turn the show away.

A  mother and her three young children in East Africa share a bond unlike the one you and I share with our mothers. She is the caregiver of her home and brings hope to other homes in the village. Her face is on advertisements which compel you to pity her and to give financially in order that she would have the same medical and life benefits that you do. You don't care to know her story and who she is, even if she walked by you begging for money to feed her starving children.

People walk by you everyday with a story. If we took a moment to talk to them and show them kindness and mercy, what do you think would change in your life? Many of us live our lives without purpose. We think taking care of ourselves is having purpose. That's survival. A basic instinct. Shouldn't there be MORE?

Why Do I Even Try.

This post is a part of the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. I was challenged by deepsoni.me. My prompt was "Why do I even try." I challenged Aimee with "Something simple".

This incredible pain owns me.

At night I fall into deep lack of concentration

When I speak, my mind fears emancipation

Because I am alone.

I’ve walked 10 miles

And broke some bones-

The pain still recurs now that

I’ve dealt with the way life beats me up

Because the road keeps winding me down...

Long are the days I sleep awake

And these days I cry

And sometimes lose my mind-

I possibly don’t know where I am

Or how far I have come-

But one thing I do know

Is I can’t turn around

And must never look back

Because yesterdays are gone.

Why do I live in the past?

I can’t make sense of today

All I want to do is die-

My God, I can’t live this way

But I’ve tried and I’ve tried,

And Lord knows how I’ve cried...

I tried to make everything good for me

But something is not right with me

This incredible pain owns me

Unless someone can let me go.

How can I trust a stranger?

I just want to be alone