THE BIG FIVE

Little do I know about the entirety of the world that I live in. I sometimes find myself at a loss with myself. Who am I? Is often asked internally on a daily basis. I have come to find we are our choices in many ways, but there are other things that create us and who we are. Our sex, race, religion, culture and orientation. these are the BIG FIVE that also create who we are beyond our choices. These five things are the most heated political and debated things of today.

NO.1 Sex. Male, Female, and beyond this we had no choice in at all, it took place before we were in born into this world. For many people in one way or another they may not feel comfortable with the stereotypes that come with sex like "women drivers" or "what is wrong with him he should be the one working". Then others just don't feel as they belong or are comfortable, because they may have been born male and identify as a female or vice verse. Should the views of others define them on who they are or are we allowed to define who we are? (that question being rhetorical)

NO.2 Race. As a young child I was told you can be anything or anyone you want to be as long as you work hard enough for that you one day will be able to achieve anything. Well folk this little me thought hard and I decided what I wanted to be until it was shattered in second grade Thank you Mr. Clarke for being the first person to tell me, I couldn't be Oprah. No matter how much I wanted to be because I would never be able to be a middle aged Black woman. That was the first moment that I realized at age 7, that race defines you and who you are according to society. I have heard so many negative things said like that "wetback" is good for nothing but the jobs us white folks are to good for. I have been blown away at the racism I have received for being white I have been spate on for no reason beyond the fact that I was a white person at a door knocking to talking about Jesus. I must think that I am above them and that they are bellow me because I am white. I have been told by another race that they are going to rape and kill me, because I don't belong in there area. Does the color of my skin define my character or what I capable of? James A. Forbes to me defined that we are not race but that we are a human race when he said "When people rely on surface appearances and false racial stereotypes, rather than in-depth knowledge of others at the level of the heart, mind and spirit, their ability to assess and understand people accurately is compromised." Therefore race does not matter because we are all a part of the human race together as one.

NO.3 Religion. Millions upon millions die century after century because of religion. Religion of any kind teaches one to believe in something higher something greater that who they are. If the bible is the same book that all Christians believe and read from then how does one believe that God is love, peace, tolerance, and perfection. Yet this same person that calls them self a christian believes that God could hate and destroy someone for not being perfect is absurd. If that were the case that would give the sinner power above one that is omnipotent. Belief is a powerful tool that if one is true to God then one would or should be of love, peace, and tolerance towards all eliminating that barrier that so many create that when you up break it down all religions teach those same underlying principles.

NO.4 Culture. Culture is created by us by who we are and who we surround ourselves with. Culture was there since the dawn of time and that the human race began and started to interact with one another showing intellectual thought. Does this mean that one culture is above another? Many would say so because they are more educated in the arts or sciences. Or are the remote tribes in South America more cultured because they do not need what we in America deem as the best culture. We have a government and rights that many feel all should have so it is taken and forced on others to have our culture. What if we stopped for just one moment and took into perspective that all cultures are equal but different just as 2+2=4 and 4*1=4 and 5-1=4 they all have the same equality but are uniquely there own. 

NO.5 Orientation. This right now is the most heated debate in the United States what sexual orientation you are. Many play the the other four of the big five to try and control sexual orientation. Sex only a man and a woman can create life therefore you as a man should be with a woman or you as a woman should be with a man. Race is a playing card also if you are a strong black man the you must be a man and have your woman. Religion is the ace in the deck on the subject many twist words that were written thousand of years Ago and define them to mean what ever they feel it to mean to create power and control. This manipulation and guilt is not of God if the gospels are correct the we are not to to cast the first stone, for each person has a mote in there own eye as each person is imperfect. God is love, love is free of judgment it is kind, understanding, and accepting. And if this is true then if a man want to be with a man let them be. If a man wants to be with a woman then too let it be.

 The saddest part  is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious, orientation, or based on sex. To win and over come we must not allow the big 5 to exist in our minds as definitions, problems, or judgements. We are each a member of the same human family we should love, feel at peace with, and define tolerance for one another, we all are born onto this earth and will all one day leave it no matter what the big five are for each of us. The most important thing is to enjoy your life, to be happy, and know that is what matters. 

The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.

Dave Matthews

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The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.

Dave Matthews

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The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.

Dave Matthews

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Burning Thoughts

Living through this life is like a walk down a path made of a bed of coals. Some are able to do it with ease or no discomfort. Then there are others that feel that blistering heat and know that they can make it and just keep moving forward. There are other that stumble and fall and the path that they were on hard or easy burns them and they will never be the same again. Trapped on this path I have been for years on end I have caused myself to fall time and time again. I have been pushed down to the fiery coals that can consume ones entire flesh, but I stood up again. Torn apart my flesh feels bleeding, the gaping holes show my suffering. I try and cover them to my dismay there are still some that can see my pain. Those I go to for help have turned the other way, for what you do not see, can not hurt you. By ignorance many think they will be saved. But ignorance, unawareness of, unconsciousness of, unfamiliarity with, inexperience with, lack of knowledge about, lack of information this does not scream bliss. This screams lack of education lack of humanity lack of the ability to know empathy and rise above the shallowness of sympathy because sympathy never felt what you or I have felt. Become aware of those around on this path made of a bed of coals because you might be the next to stumble and fall and then where will you be with your sympathy and ignorant bliss.

Angel

Wandering she walk in the fields of time lost in her dreams of the worlds she creates. There is magic there inside her mind she can fly to any part of the world she wishes, but that is not what permeates her thoughts. She see her standing there, an angel glistening in the sun. The glow transcends from her angel to the yellow field of wheat like weeds. The crown she wears is spun from the golden weeds she is the angels princess. She laughs and plays as they talk of life to come. Tea parties, adventures, and walk by the river they take.  Years go by education ensues, the little girl is no longer a girl, but a woman now. Lost she feels in the world alone where is her angel now? she cries for her angel to return. Anger is the emotion she feds, abandonment from the angel she loves. Why? she cries from the pits of her soul as she aches in pain. Why? God, why? I need my angel to return. Lost was the once little girl. The angel was there as she watched the little girl learned and grew into a woman. The angel was there when she felt alone, lost, abandoned, and scared. For a mother love passes through heaven to her daughters care.

Battlefield

The soldier is born like anyone else. A smack and a burst of air hits the lungs. Life as we know it then just begun eating, sleeping, and noise in-between. Till the day they all begin to seem more than just noises that bounce around above they form meanings, emotions, and demands. Responses develop in time first in all things we roll, crawl, and walk before we run. This is how the life of a soldier has begun. Walking and running through life till we get to the "LINE" of take a step back or cross to our duties that call. For many their duty may seem small, other tasks feel large at hand, the soldier straps it on their back and still carries forward. Many of the soldiers never see war but keep and work on their tasks day by day till they are done and can walk away. The soldier that I followed I found had stumbled fallen and hit the ground.  In the mud this solder trudged for many years till on day the solder found the clear. Clean off the gear and mud from face. Peace was found in an unforeseen place.  Dreams of home, a childhood, loving embrace from ones true love dance in the soldiers head. Awoken by missiles overhead is this the moment I will be dead? Will life live on? The soldier now longer is running, or walking at all. Crawling is in times of war is the quickest pace. Little eating or sleeping take place, but each time you breath in air hits the lungs,  life from that point on has just begun. We are each a soldier on earth battle ground, breathe and know life from this point on has just begun.

Humpty Dumpty

Today I sat upon a wall I looked around the valley floor, people hustle and bustle about living their lives no doubt. Alone I sat aside from all, not sure if I felt big or small. Winds came and blew about and there i sat still and stout. Many days I wished I would fall and then I wouldn't have to watch them all, live there lives with love and peace. Some had pain that was their piece. Few came and spoke words of choice, to them I listened and advised. Alive they think I am on this wall inside I am dead to all. I have been dead dwelling int his bodies shell. Decayed my heart rotted inside like hell. None can see the pain that lives inside of me. Before I died inside I had never felt more alive love had entered my life for once. Trust I had, I gave my all. I for a moment thought I didn't sit alone on this wall I thought was built of stone. Pebble I thought you threw till it tore me in two. This shell of a body now lays in pieces you can see that there is nothing left inside of me.

Fingerprint

Two hands touch with faith in the other
The worn hands of time can tell
Scars each a silent mark
Leathered skin
Yard work and journeys across the sea
Callused of long days
All things fade with the age of time
Turning of each nursery rhyme
Grace, comfort these hands gave
Tears of pain, wiped away
Fought battles won and lost
Dust each day they still pray
Two hands touched long ago
One of yours, one of mine.

Hourglass

freedom from the world at hand doesn't mean you have to travel to a distant land. Lost in a desolate bank of sand you too can find the holy land. Sounds and motion can trap you into a world of hell leaving you with little hope to dwell. Solace is the space between the noise and commotion. Where you find yourself alone. Once surrounded by thousands of people, dust in the air, music, vocal jabber all about. Time stood still, the motions stopped, the dust cleared, voices faded, scents dispersed, and lights dimmed to a point where one could see the margin of the earth decipherable. Cognition left blank free of movement this is where you discover "self" insusceptible suspended in time, in that hallowed state you see, who you have come to be.