Times Of Life Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY
Times Of Life
The eyes of my sanctuary are holding me within the birth of life as I begin my journey.
A foreigner in this world I feel the warmth of her embrace as she cradles me in her solitude of life.
Depending on her truth to carry me through my tears, she engulfs me in words of adoration.
The times of life will bestow upon me the history of mankind that trapped my soul for being my mother's child.
I found my identity as a black child and each moment propelled me into dark places that were hidden in the eyes of others.
The veil of my eyes created a world of peace, tranquility and love with each breath towards life.
With conditions of their way of life I learned to excel in my way of life with the formula of education.
Within the times of life I beheld sacred words of torment that confiscated my mother and father.
I found those words resting on my life as I began to encounter the doors of my life.
Untold anger would surface in my soul as I heard about, 'I have been on the mountaintop'.
Being a black man coming to his own; your life belongs on Alcatraz with no way out.
Swift with intelligence, my mind surpassed the dominion of their incarceration and yielded a carnage of black pride.
Standing on the shoulders of Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglas, Sojourner Truth and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr I stand with sacrifices of dignity.
The times of life constituted life times; we are victorious through Him that made us and not we ourselves.
Written by Theodore Mosley
January 22,2016
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