Poem: “Reconcile” (Colossians 1)

by Kwame Toure Kagale

As I look at what my life has been like for me I often feel like I am a survivalist on the path of self destruction.

In 1990 “Self Destruction” was a number one song but that was more than 20 years ago and we still haven’t gotten the message.

Does every black man feel this way or am I the exception, just some twisted contradiction from my true reflection of GOD’s perfection?

Or am I really this creature society portrays me to be? Just stumbling through life trying to make sense of all the insanity surrounding me.

I heard it said, “I shouldn’t worry and just be happy” because I am a child of the most high GOD. But if that’s really the case how come I feel like a bastard sometimes?

Since before I can remember I have been told what to think, how to act, and where to go. I felt tarnished, unattractive, and inadequate because I was measuring myself by the yardstick of someone else’s conception of beauty and masculinity.

Well, I refuse to accept this falsification any longer. I will study, and read and travel mentally to all the places I was barred from going physically.

So, after coming this far in the spirit of Sankofa, I had to return and fetch it to regain what I lost.

I don’t claim to know all the answers, but I do know that in order to heal the problems we have the healing must begin with GOD and ourselves.

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