Where Did You Go Destiny

Where Did You Go Destiny

 

Born with a plastic spoon in her mouth

A child of a sharecropper in the south

Hunger is a meal of beans and water

God has a son and he has a daughter

 

Angels have wings that is why they fly

Off to heaven with no goodbye

Where did you go Destiny

Someplace wonderful someplace free

 

Santa Clause never visits the poor

On the streets she meets perpetual war

Police and gangs crack in a fuzzy haze

Destiny sighs she cries for better days

 

Angels have wings that is why they fly

Off to heaven with no goodbye

Where did you go Destiny

Someplace wonderful someplace free

 

Some sing the blues and to some it’s life

You were never clever to be a rich man’s wife

I heard the Eagles needed a helping hand

Somone to rock and shock the band

 

Angels have wings that is why they fly

Off to heaven with no goodbye

Where did you go Destiny

Someplace wonderful someplace free

 

Destiny be strong when you hear this song

If you do right you can’t be wrong

Sylvia is waiting she needs to eat

Peace on Earth wouldn’t that be sweet

 

Angels have wings that is why they fly

Off to heaven with no goodbye

Where did you go Destiny

Someplace wonderful someplace free   

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Riding For Freedom

Riding For Freedom

 

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

The world was divided between white and black

It seemed forever we were under attack

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

Lead Belly sung the blues about Mississippi Rivers

One too many martyrs I’m missing Medgar Evers

Freedom is easy to say but it’s bought with blood

One day good sir these rivers are going to flood

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

The good die young unless God got a special plan

Children can’t help to grow into a woman or man

Why do they always forget the life of the young?

Like signing a song forgetting the verses sung

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

We fell in love against impossible odds

They’ll never make it so said the gods

But Love has a mind of its own

And Love is the finest thing known

 

So here the story ends but there’s much more to write

One day the darkness will be turned into light

Jesus was crucified but the tomb is empty today

I’m still riding and I’ll be riding no matter what they say

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

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A Panther’s Dream

A Panther’s Dream

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

One day you will grow

To be a woman or man

Don’t let the darkness destroy

The Love of life and your sweet joy

There are those of us who wish you glory

That is the Black Panther story

Nothing good comes without a fight

Just like doing wrong is never right

When we were young we fought like hell

So when you were young life would be well

You too have your cross to bear and work to do

Know our thoughts and prayers are with you

It is not children who dream alone

We dream also, those who have grown

Yet there is something about dreams really strange

The people are different but the dreams don’t change

To live a good life and to be all you can

Seems like happiness is in everybody’s plan

Child when life hits your hard and you just gotta scream

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

Cause fighting for your dreams

Makes you a woman or a man

Dream, dream, dream

Dream 

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Caramel Toned Woman In America

 

Caramel Toned Woman In America

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Tar baby?

Maybe, but if I slit your throat

That ain’t what Jesus wrote

Except that brown brother (you know our Savior)

Hip!?! WE Love one another!

But sweet Lord, a blessed reward

Would be an ounce of brains

Hey who complains?

Except the babies starving in anguished cries

And so America dies

I’m a caramel toned woman in Amerikkka

Is that coming in loud?

Is this a little 2 proud?

Come on sistah join the crowd

I kicked back with Susan B Anthony

She got a coin

And if I find a righteous revolution I’ll join

In fact, if it’s true

God bless the IWW

Sweet Jesus, molasses and honey

Church of Christ

And preachers charging a premium price

Hey, may I say, this poem is for free

Unlike me

CARAMEL TONED WOMEN IN the good old US of A

I pray

Sweet Lord Jesus on my knees

Crawling with the cockroaches in sadistic slimy disease

Please

Oh please, please, please

I ain’t joking in my pleas

Etc. etc. etc.

Turn the other cheek

Blessed are the meek

Think before you speak

Don’t take me as weak

I’ll humble myself to die for the cause

And as Paul, I recall, used all the laws

A Roman Citizen and pharisee of pharisees

Strategies

Like playing checkers with chess pieces

Munkeishia Jackson

She got the righteous action

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A black Israelite ain’t my delight

I see the light

I am the light

I will not fight

With fists and knives

Faith survives

Tested and tried

My Lord, My Lord!

Crucified!

No matter the color of your skin

You are guilty of sin

Understand every losing hand is a loss

Victory

Only in the cross

 

I walked on the edge of a Mountain

Baptized in the seas of agony

I saw the stars of glory shining pure

Crushed by the iron crucifix

I could take no more

No more

What’s the cents?

Billions for defense

And then, at the final amen

I was born again

And again, and again, again

The Lord provided the Lamb

The great I Am

 

Carmel toned woman in America

Just who you are?

A shooting star?

So clever falling forever

Never

To deny or shame

The holy name

Jesus above all

In the emptiness of the wilderness I scream the call

Jesus above all

And who am I?

To live or to die

In the whispery dream of the fanatic’s scream

In this poetic lesson I’m a coming to ya

Caramel toned woman in America 

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"Crossing Color Lines" by Tonya Patrice Jordan

Crossing Color Lines 

America is in a pitiful state of denial.  It was never great.  Let us consider Abraham Lincoln.  He wrote “…[i]f I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it; and if could save it by freeing all the slaves, I would do it…”  His first priority was not my great-grandaunt, a newly freed slave forced to pull a cart until she died.  How many more women in my family would have experienced the unspeakable horror of not having dominion over their own bodies if this supposedly great American leader could have unified the states without ending slavery?  Every American can shudder at the thought.

Bad habits are hard to break.  Many people in power today still seem willing to conduct business as usual even if it means the disenfranchised are forced to bear heavy burdens.  The bitter clash over the structure of universal healthcare is proof in point.  Add this to the troubling reality of how people of color often pay a high price in blood (ongoing genocide), sweat (never knowing who dies next), and tears (burying too many boys).  Our homeland continues to offer conditional freedoms.  America embraces peaceful protest until someone like Colin Kaepernick remains seated or takes a knee.   Apparently, it is profoundly unpatriotic to shine a light upon this country’s habitual failure to offer liberty and justice to all of its citizens.

The next American Revolution begins when our rage is directed at the broken political machine and what is rotten in that big white house.  Politicians spewing lies, exhibiting an egregious lack of integrity, in order to get elected can no longer be the status quo.  We encourage our children not to be silent bystanders when they see bullying.  Yet, their parents and role models tacitly agree to policymakers perpetuating a culture of name-calling and acrimony in politics.    It is time for voters to make it very clear that only public servants committed to fighting for the greater good deserve to be our representatives in government. 

Myopia has become a stumbling block to effective collaboration throughout our entire land, especially on Capitol Hill.  Charismatic candidates cannot be rewarded for pandering to what one side or the other supposedly wants to hear.  Americans voters are pigeon-holed into being either bleeding-heart liberals or conservative right-wing Christians.  So many voices are silenced when the subtle nuances of our disparate concerns and dreams are overlooked.  And any divisive political agenda, no matter how skillfully crafted, belongs in Boston Harbor.  

The partisan divide has been increasing over the last several years.  The Pew Research Center reports that 45% of Republicans consider Democratic policies to be a threat to our nation while 41% of Democrats say the same about Republican policies.  You sing the blues while I am all red-hot and bothered because of some arbitrary lines on a two-tone map.  Just say no!  True national pride is shown when Americans can disagree about everything under the sun without forgetting to have a deep concern for everyone sheltering under this country’s flag.  Colorblind voters must focus on supporting candidates who willingly reach across the aisle, making sure that all citizen are treated fairly; this is especially important within the judicial system.   

    

The confusion arising from the perpetual infighting deflects attention away from what should be our greatest source of shame.  Broken families in decimated communities bear the brunt of the systemic failures within our government.  Nearly half of our children, a disturbing 44%, under the age of 18 live in poverty or dangerously close to the poverty line according to the National Center for Children in Poverty (NCCP).  The number of disadvantaged youths living in our land of plenty continues to increase.  This hardship disproportionately affects the 65% of Black children, the 62% of American Indian children, and the 62% of Hispanic children who live in low-come families.  This national tragedy cannot be ignored.

Knowledge has the power to liberate the masses.  Poverty in America is a multifactorial social ill, but the data suggests higher levels of parental education decrease the likelihood that a child will live in poverty.  The lack of equal access to high-quality education is a clear barrier to parents acquiring adequate employment.  It perpetuates a curse which is passed down through the generations and prevents parents from providing their children with better prospects.  This nation has to learn, before it is too late, that everyone’s future is threatened by a culture which consistently denies certain segments of our society the opportunity to achieve the American dream. 

The USA advertises itself as a place where everyone is welcome to add his unique beauty to the melting pot.  The ambitious, hard-working immigrant is promised she will find success within our borders.  But this country falls short of being a place where differences truly are celebrated.  An insidious us-versus-them mentality is allowed to persist because diversity is treated as a curse and not a blessing.  The beatings we viciously dole out, compounded by the slurs so readily found on the tips of our tongues, fan the flames of a seething discord.       

This nation will either stand united or fall prey to warring parties.  The desire to retreat and become part of some insular group is a natural human instinct.  Who wouldn’t be afraid in this day and age when anybody could be attacked brutally anywhere and for any reason?  We are all hurting in different ways, but every citizen should stop recounting the various past wrongs.  Yes, I am pointing a finger at myself as well.  Our children need for us to view our neighbors as potential family members instead of sworn enemies.  There is wisdom to be found in the concept of making love not war.    

Americans will continue to witness class struggles, race riots, and senseless brutality until being a brother’s keeper becomes second nature.  Start thinking about how the person standing nearby, no matter how different, can be helped.  Every American has the potential to become good ground for the seeds of change.  We have to demand more of ourselves first.  It could be called “explode-up politics”.  A chain reaction is inevitable.  Politicians will look past the obvious color lines as they follow the lead of their constituents.  What a wonderful starting point in the battle against all forms of discrimination.

America does not want to be the butt of some sad joke.  A world superpower lies in ruins because the blind led silent bystanders into the proverbial ditch.  Don’t laugh.  The annals of history are filled with the disastrous results of such folly

Bio:   Here is my bio:  Tonya Patrice Jordan is a poet, a writer, and a surgeon.  She is the author of Knowing Sunshine, a collection of inspirational poems and one short story. {read the book; website}  Currently, Tonya is working on her second collection of poems and one short story.  One of her first poems was published in the anthology Becoming Doctors, a collection of poetry and art created by medical students.  Her poems can be read in Linden Avenue Literary Magazine and Peace Poems, an anthology compiled for NJ Peace Action.  One of her short stories was a semifinalist in Ruminate Magazine’s 2015 short story contest.  Tonya writes the occasional opinion piece and blogs sometimes.  {read the blog America Needs God}  And her latest short film is presently in pre-production. 

Thoughts On Martin Luther King By John Kaniecki

Thoughts On Martin Luther King

By John Kaniecki

On Martin Luther King Day my first thought turns to Ronald Reagan. This odd connection is due to the fact that Ronnie was greatly opposed to the holiday. Of course in the Reagan family we see how hypocrisy reigns supreme. Nancy Reagan was greatly opposed to stem cell research for Alzheimer’s treatment until her husband got sick with the disease. Then she was a champion for it, funny how things change when you’re the victim.

 People from European decent will never know what it is to be of darker colored skin. No matter how many facts you learn or how much culture you absorb and how many friends of darker skin color you have you will never know the burden. I know some ‘whites’ who feel there is reverse racism in place.

Prejudice is a feeling of ill will based on some characteristic such as skin color. Racism is entirely another thing. Racism is prejudice inflicted by a system.  Racism implies power by the oppressor to oppress. Without power you cannot be racist. How is racism prevalent in the United States?  People of darker skin color are more likely to be stopped and frisked despite the statistics that say drug use is equal. People of darker skin tend to get longer sentences and the death penalty with greater frequency. I could go on and site other facts and figures. I could bring up how young people of ‘color’ are watched when they enter stores. But I have been to the affluent neighborhoods and I have walked the streets of the inner city. I can see and observe with my eyes the inequality.

The United States government, through the C.I.A, intentionally pumps drugs into the inner city to destroy the African American. Rap has been hijacked so the performers portray a negative ‘gangster’ mentality instead of wholesome one of brotherhood. The irradiated milk is sent to the hood. The list continues and the point is that the system is racist against people of darker skin color. In the context of America it is very hard if not impossible for racism to work the other way. Only in a very small microcosm could this be true. Still at the end of the day we are living in a society dominated by the old ‘white’ male. There is a world of difference when one is pulled over by a police officer.

Martin Luther King was not the reason the movement succeeded. This point must be emphasized and reemphasized. There were thousands of people contributing to the struggle in various ways. The Civil Rights movement was one giant project helped along with many hands. That is the flaw of the European society, everybody wants to be number one, they want to be king. After all ‘my home is my castle’. So if you attribute the success of the Civil Rights movement to one man than the masses stand aside waiting for another giant to arrive to lead the fight. Instead we should understand that we all have a vital role to play and that the moment to act is now. Don’t wait for a leader, leaders will emerge through the struggle and the struggle is now.

Martin Luther King was both antiwar and turning socialist. These two elements shouldn’t be overlooked as they are fundamental. War is a very racist thing; just examine the skin color of who we are killing.  Besides in the spirit of Martin Luther King that shouldn’t even matter. Furthermore people have a right to live decently. Nobody should be at the mercy of another person economically.

Finally in his day Martin Luther King was both hated and an outlaw. He was arrested and went to jail several times. Another contemporary of Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks has been honored by both the Democratic and Republican Party. She two at her time was reviled and cast into jail. In the future perhaps Mumia Abu Jamal, Ramona Africa, Leonard Peltier will all be hailed as heroes. You see in history it is always the radical criminal that fights for the people that eventually assumes the place of honor. Ask the Founding Fathers of this country for clarification on that one, not saying they were perfect either.

The world is a better place because Martin Luther King came to Earth, lived the life he lived and fought for the poor. What does your own life testify about you?