Questions

Questions fill my head

Swirling and spinning in never ending circles and cycles

Cycles of history; what to be or not to be—

The ultimate question

What do I stand and what do I fall for?

Who am I to speak truth to power to rise up, rise up, to greet this new but not so new historical reality?

Questions of what next what to do where to go? Have we seen this before?

My heart pounds, my palms are sweaty with the electric sense of profoundness which fills the rooms our heads—our beings.

Questions: what will the world look like for me for my children for the children of my children? Who will I be when today’s history is written? Who will live, love, and die trying to tell our story? A story of a people who fight for freedom and justice, for love and peace, a people who reject the power of the many at the expense of the few.

Question: who are we? In a short time, an impression is formed, we move from an individual to a collective, we find a narrative the story of us.

Question: Who are you? You are just like me. You are human and made in the image of your creator. You and I, we are equals, we are loved. We must hold hands and bring love into each question, each action, counteraction, so that we may live to find unity in a nation of states to determine the state the wholeness of our nation.