A New Start

With a new year comes changes. Many changes. I am at the time of my life where I am beginning to experience independence. I am trying to experience new things in every aspect of my life. Yes, everything. I really do not care much for what happens, I know I will be okay somehow. Anyways, I have made major changes in my life I am beginning to see myself in the future. So, with this new year I have a lot more chances to experience life to the fullest of my potential. I have secluded myself from people who were of a negative influence in my persona. I plan to be as honest as I can to everyone, including myself. I expect nothing but good things from these changes. Okay, so enough of me.

Today is Monday, January 17 2010. I am here, in some city of Texas. It is cold, grey skies, and there is not much to do today. The reason behind everyone's lazy Monday is a holiday. Here in America we have sort of a "Free" day; a free day meaning as in no school or for some, no work. It is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Martin Luther King Jr. was a civil rights activist that fought for the equality of his people, the African American. He was a religious activist that was the voice of the oppressed during the 60's. The 60's was the decade that marked the beginning of the end of obscurity for the Black community. There had always been black people in America ever since slavery began. Time progressed and everything was the same, except that the slaves began to become familiar to this land. Generations and generations of families were born in the land where they had been taken against their will. For the next years these people would pretty much become part of the nation. They were always there, always present, but they were never really noticed. Crimes were committed upon these individuals for the only excuse of being what they were. They were black, they were slaves, they were not human beings, but a tool a means to an end. Slaves were used for one sole purpose; to work. The life of a slave was simple; be born, work, reproduce and die. In between the stages of life nothing but horrible treatments for most of these human beings. It was truly horrible. But as always, for human beings, the rule will always apply. Human beings will always seek knowledge and a better condition for him and his offspring. That was something that the rulers of the slaves were unaware of, of human nature. They had forgotten that these people were just like anyone else, a human being, a spirit, a force. The generations came and went, with this a bigger population. The silence that was instilled in the sad, terrorized, faces of the slaves slowly but surely became into a whisper, a murmur, and gradually into a voice. The silence was broken forever, the giant awoke. What had always been there became evident. They were here and there. And just as sparks of wild fire spread here and there flying up in the air carried with the wind; the African American had stood up. The short lives of these sparks became a model to follow for the rest. Now, everyone had looked up to the sky and seen the wonders of what could happen. The lives of men and women who said a big Fuck You to the rules became fuel for the fire. Individuals that sacrificed themselves to prove that it was not correct. Amongst the many in history that you might know one African American made a huge impact in the 60s. Martin Luther King Jr. At a time when the Black Community could not find a secure voice to speak of their needs came Reverend King. He envisioned a future full of hope and equality. King, being the spark of fire that got to be carried by the wind, had to extinguish. He was killed, but the voice of the Blacks had now been found. Today, more than forty years after his life what can be said?

Thank You

So, my questions, to whoever is still out there reading this for pleasure is...

Has anything changed?

Is there still slaves here in the United States?

Who are the new Slaves?

Where is the voice?

Have we learned anything?

Comments?

I leave this post with one thing. 

"One Day"