Harlem
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes
Another election has come and gone and there’s another one waiting around the corner!
Wednesday morning quarterbacking was in in full effect as everyone, yes, everyone I talked to; had something to say.
If only.
Why?
WTH?
How?
What were they thinking?
If I woulda, coulda, shoulda Next time…
And I even got a few, I told you…
So what’s a person to do?
Which brings me to my truth.
Some might say democracy is about to explode.
The Honorable Rev. Jesse Jackson, almost 40 years ago, told us to, “Keep Hope Alive.”
If you’re like me, you need a message today. You need a sign.
You need something that will help you get over the hump, because for me every day, not just Wednesday, has become “hump day” as I attempt to grow and bring others along with me.
As we prepare for the next election there has to be some tough, hard and insightful conversations.
Some people need to be hired, fired, retrained, educated, while others need to have a come to their inspiration meeting because things can’t keep going on the way they have been going if this world is going to get better.
Then too, there is a conversation that has to be had with that person in the mirror. Begin there and see what happens!
