Create Your Truth (2011)

The Truth

Written July 1, 2011

The truth has been kidnapped

Abused and transformed

It is drifting in chaos

Lost in a whirlwind of human error

Of human arrogance

For him…

Truth is trampled beneath a muddy sneaker

Which trudges through the streets of a ghetto

Unaware

Not knowing that the foot within it

Could belong to greatness

But if only he knew

All he sees is a false reality

A life filtered by a project window

Teaching him that a hand grips a gun

Much better than a book

Suffocating bars become his future

They choke his dreams and leave them

Beaten in an alley way

His truth is trapped

For her…

Truth is manipulated

Lost inside the mind of an ignorant girl

One who thinks opening her legs will set it free

But it is smothered

Being crippled by a host of men

One of whom injects her with his venom

Bringing life to her equally as ignorant,

Soon-to-be fatherless, child

Oh, if only she knew

That between her thighs

Once lived a prize

But she was so lost

Attacked by the reality she created

Her truth is mutilated

Left pleading for life on a lonely sidewalk

Her truth is helpless

And for us…

Truth is incarcerated

Watching helplessly as media frames it

As hip hop disguises it

As history ignores it

As people neglect it

Truth is pleading

Praying that the few who know it

Tell its story

And set it free

The truth is out there

Search for it diligently

For it is hidden from plain sight

Those who find it

Happily reap its reward

So search for it

For the sake of yourself

Search for it…

I wrote this poem years ago during a time in which I was seeing a lot of sadness in the world. I was going into my final semester of college and the bulk of my studies required me to take a look at the world around me and observe the people in it. Subsequently, I began to observe what was portrayed as reality within the environment I lived. I was seeing a lot of single mothers and a lot of nonchalant fathers and, sadly, this was the societal norm. In fact, it was accepted. At a certain point, hearing one of your former classmates was pregnant became less and less of a shock. Hence the characters within my poem.

You are the truth you choose to believe. No one can tell you what is true about yourself or how you should live. You create what is true to you, not anyone else. But sadly, there are people who choose to believe something that is true to others but that is not true to themselves, much like the characters in my poem. If you become complacent enough to accept a place’s societal norm as a standard of living, then you have already failed. For a long time, I was miserable. I was living in a place where I did not feel I belonged and it was a constant internal battle to figure out where I fit. It wasn’t until college when I was exposed to people from different societies and cultures whom I identified with that I realized I was not meant to fit where I was. I was meant to be one of the ones who stood out. I was meant to be an example.

So here’s what else I realized. You are one of 7 billion and the fact of the matter is that you are not meant to be like somebody else. You may find people who share the same ideals or qualities as you but that does not mean that you are 100% like that person or that what works for them will work for you.

People go searching far and wide for the truth, thinking that it is hidden in pages or documentaries or theories and, to an extent, it is. Something in either one of those things may reveal something to you never thought about before and shape how you see things. But the fact of the matter is, the bulk of what is true is inside of you.

People search for true religion, or the true way to live or (the ever so popular) true meaning of life. Well the answer is: you have to create it based on what you know about yourself and what does not compromise you as an individual. Some people may not understand it but not all are meant to.

Be who you are and be unashamed. Be different. Be unique. Be anything! As long as it is you and no one else.

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