02 January 2010


As a child grows; so shall s/he dies;
Things I Must Earn (T.I.M.E) is the cliche that defines this nursery rhyme;
look into a new born baby's eyes... and you will fine the end of time;
The pain of life is when a new born baby cries, as he leaves the womb of s/his comforter;
God's gift to life is the immortality of being rebirth;
How wonderful is the mind of a child;
so impressionable but yet so fragile;
As years passes, life's adversity reveals hurdles that are manifested as burdens;
if not conquered, a child's essence is compromised;
life's experience is said to be the best teacher;
but without proper exposure it withers;
As a child grows; so shall s/he dies;
familyhood brings forth prosperity; divison leads only to deficiency;
the unification of a community establishes a common ground that brings forth unity;
Emancipating a child from the core of s/his ignorance;
strenghtens the moral fibers of the purpose of his existence;
shackling down a child's aptitude diminishes his latitude;
opting to change is always embedded in the soul of a child;
whether good or bad or bad or good the concept remains unchange;
So lovable and adorable when young;
the thought alone is mentally framed but hardly expressed or reminded;
during the proliferation phase a child is pictured according to his senses:
synthesist, idealist, pragmatist, analyst, or a realist;
placed into a catagorical paradigm;
the less influential child is ostracized from society and labled special
As a child grows; so shall s/he dies
identified as obsolete a child cannot be complete;
some still in all rise above the odds;
the perseverance to live even when they are weak and unappreciated;
a child continues to seek life
As a child grows; so shall s/he dies

Written by: Ricky Mitchell
Copyright 2008


Through the centuries of time African- American have fought along side other nations;
hoping to uplift the blasphemous stigma that has been placed upon their existence;
still within the twenty-first century the legacy continues;
Buffalo Soldiers of the modern day venues your combative prowess, bravery, and your tenacious looks are not forgotten;

When viewed by many as being the minority; your actions are so fill with ambition and fearlessness that you are magnified as the majority;
Appreciated by your family friends and loved ones you are the monumental inspirations of those that have searched for hope and faith when all seemed to have failed;

Knowing that you have made a difference, they pray to see the day that you will be glorified and recognized as being the backbone of the nations whom you have helped to free;

Freedom, justice, and equality awaits you; one of your comrades have been appointed to be your commandering chief; out of forty-four he is known to be unique;
An African- American like yourself he carries the burden of a multi-colored population;
the red, white, and blue signifies his throne; not to mention the fifty stars, and the bold eagle that hovers from afar;

During a time of war he shouts a, "time for change", and, "yes we can"
his political views are corresponding statements of former great minds;
some has called him the memoirist; many has referred to him as the messiah; but you know him as your reflection;

Rising above all odds you stand right for the cause;
even when opposition stared you deep within the windows of your soul;
you always placed the mission first;
you never quit, and you never left a falling soldier;
your history began with time, and so it will continue;
from the dust to dawn you will live on;
never will you accept defeat; when one falls another is born;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell
Copyright 2009