The fatherless generation … and a
Clouds drop of love
The “Black Cotton”…
a home for the hearts of the young people whose hearts didn’t have a home and a
safe place to breathe and gather new strength and what I call the “right arm” a
father… and a very unlikely hero me .
Walking through
the door they all stood in a line, minds, hands and hearts wide open
unapologetically for that one hug that was missing from their lives they all
longed for safe being the key word, loving validating male energy, at the end
of the day we all want the same thing purpose love and validation, a deep sense
of relief a safe place… air to breathe as roses out the concrete, they had left
the world outside that door and I allowed them for a few hours to create their
own. I wasn’t a face on a computer chasing money selling motivation, I was a
heartbeat, flesh and blood with a pulse full of contradictions like them so
they could relate to me and see me struggle with my fears troubles and
insecurities, accepting my imperfections and honouring my own gifts, embracing my
own beauty far from a perfect human, but I was love and rather than be part of
the world outside chasing stuff, women, power and money for a few hours a day I
chose them over the world, and it made them feel significant … to give them the
two most precious things placed in humanity… time and love and if I am honest
pieces of my sanity…tested (laughing to myself), the fatherless generation and
for a few hours a day I was as close to a father big brother or a father figure
for them as it got the way I saw it I was better than nothing.
Right or wrong
these are our sons and daughters they’re precious they’re significant…they are
the future. Real fathers make a deposit in you in love knowledge and acceptance
that you can call on for a life time, it’s a spirit maybe that’s why we call it
a relationship.
I could relate to them I knew the pain a bit
too well and it was definitely a
different time to grow up in a more confused era of being bombarded by evil
messages designed to rip their self-worth and self-esteem down instead of build
them up. The dangers we faced growing up were more external as for them more
mental , they had to learn to look inside for worth not without that’s where
strength and light was sourced, but I could definitely understand the deep
secret pain that comes with growing up without the first… your first superhero and compass you ever meet or in this
case don’t get to meet, sadly enough some kids are fatherless with a father in
the house emotionally disconnected, drugs domestic violence work alcoholic or
simply emotionally disconnected the sins of the father often visiting the sons
and the daughters through dysfunctional
behaviour, creating one of the enemies (the Devils) most powerful and perverse
tools father hunger… like I said spiritual war fare and we are on the front
line, taking off my cap putting it down
next to my books , placing Pookie (the class teddy bear and mascot) down on the table, my Auntie Flo had always
told me to heal the hole that was created in my heart by the death of my own
father and the need for guidance, I would have to give to my nieces and nephew
what I never had “that’s the healing balm for your soul baby that what you need
for you to succeed in life in anything …Lead, be as close to a father as you
can be give what you desire, its medicine”. Taking a deep breath, they looked
at me in anticipation while my head was still down, I smiled and look up and back at them… the power of words to heal and
destroy never forget that way you guard your lips.
Cloud “What is our aim?”
... This was my
class, my family I guess they were sons and daughters my place of difference, a
place of learning for all including and especially myself and also for healing ...
Class response
“we are not above or below anything or anyone,
we are all born equal but only in Mr Gods eyes, we are made in his image and as
such we aspire to see through his eyes as such as to be equal, we all come from
humble beginnings like the mighty oak we come as a seed, we struggled through
the dirt, just to see the light, our roots run deep in our pain and our victory
sipping in our potential and here we are …Standing tall not without the scars
of the times, look at me as I am I a beautiful ! Look at me anyway you want to,
I have affronted the seasons of change, the hot the cold and whatever was in
between, I have shed my leaves as I have shed my tears, I have being pruned and
I have grown back, I have seen many of my own fallen, but I am still here, and
like the fallen at the end of the day, they have to acknowledge our existence
because I do. (Musically) What? Say what?
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