Hurdles

 I hear that old hymn in the back of my mind. A part of the programming from my youth. Sing: We shall overcome…. We shall over come.

But how? How? Why is it that they never tell you how to get over, only that you will get over. 

I DONT THINK THATS ENOUGH! 

Someone call our ancestor and ask them for the rest of the directions because I feel like the ones left behind were ripped into 100 pieces, Burned and then the ashes were gathered mixed with water and then served to us in a soup bowl with a fork and a knife. Here you go the world says. 

Make something out of nothing….

I dare you.

I stare at this bowl of miscommunication, sabotage and blatant disrespect and think. You don’t know who you are messing with….

I stand up from the table and walk away. The powers that be think that i have left the conversation but I have actually stepped outside to put a little light on the situation.

As i stand in the light, the sun warming my skin a child version of myself walks up to me smiles,hugs me and walks away humming.

The answer comes to mind. We shall overcome because we HAVE to. We have to not for just us, the younger versions of us or the future versions of us, but for them. I walk back in to that room, pick up that bowl and pour its contents on the floor. 

I don’t need your water downed solutions, if they would have worked for you, we wouldn’t be here. I will go forth and I will make a way to overcome not just for me but for all those who come behind me.