One of my most favorite moments during the Colorado hunt, was the night we were waiting on that frozen lasagne to cook for 45 plus minutes in that mini oven.
The wait was worth it, not only because the meal was so good, but I got a change to sit and listen to the wisdom of my family and hunting team. These were the thoughts in my mind, listening to your stories of discrimination and triumph. Listening to your hardships that once caused frustration, yet a little bit of laughter in the end.
By the “Spring Camp Fire” (2018)
It’s the end of the day’s hunt
The sun has rested…
We feast as family next to the wood burning stove….
And I listen to the stories of discrimination
These stories came before mine
Three generations; same time
I am here with you, Black Man
Everyday I am surrounded by the power and presence of your greatness
These men, these powerful black men…
You are my Husband, my Grandfather, my Father, my Uncle, my Cousin…. You are my Friend
You are my teachers and protectors
You are my hunting partners
You are my Sons
And I love you
I see you and recognize your power, purpose, pain, strength and love
Your skin is smooth and bold like diamonds and coal
You are valuable; you are precious; you are wanted
Your brilliancy and steadfastness
Perseverance without privilege
You are chemical and electrical engineers, aviators, businessmen and investors
You are Sons, Fathers, and Brothers
Your standards…your bars set so high
You are smarter
You are stronger
You are relentless
Resilient
They fear YOU
Because you thrive, excel, and survive; despite the whip and shadow that cast upon your back…
written by: El Flagg 2018 copyright protected cc
