Jay-Z penned a heartfelt ode entitled “Song Cry” (circa 2002) that depicted an array of emotions that no longer manifested physically, so instead, he had to make the “song cry.” As I write this opus to mankind, all I can think to do is make the pen cry.
Unless you are oblivious to the world and live in an underground bunker with no outside contact, every single person is aware of the atrocities involving the murders of #AltonSterling and #PhilandoCastile. Outrage, anger, heartache, sadness, bewilderment, do not even begin to scratch the surface of emotions I feel. Anyone with a conscious and half a thought can clearly see there is a physical, mental, and spiritual attack against African-American men and a clear disregard for our lives and/or well being. Sadly, we as black men are an endangered species being systematically slaughtered, persecuted, and one-by-one eradicated as if we are less than, irrelevant, and disposable. America is hurting and her people are suffering and the stoic appearance you see in me is because I have #NoMoreTears, so I let my pen depict my pain and watch it cry. (more…)
It’s #FGF – Feel Good Friday – and this is the #GraduationEdition! #BrotherWord is giving you a double dose of the feel good. Each year hundreds of high school seniors prepare to walk the stage, receive their diplomas, and embark on a new phase of life. And as common as graduation ceremonies may seem, it is the bright futures and amazing individuals who we will continue to applaud and celebrate.
First up is Boston Latin High School senior, Phillip Sossou. Students are remembered for a myriad of reasons, some good, some bad, but there are certain students who carve out their own legacies, or in this case, draw them. Sossou wanted to make sure that each of his classmates was remembered and at the beginning of the year he began memorializing all 411 in charcoal portraits! His art teacher did not think it was possible but before the last day for the seniors, he displayed his beautiful portraits of all his classmates for the entire school to admire. A school marred earlier in the year by racial tensions, Phillip Sossou used his talents to mend the fences, bring all together, and leave a lasting smile. Watch the video to see more about this amazing #ClassOf2016 graduate.
Our next Feel Good Friday comes from senior Kevuntez King, a three-sport athlete who graduated with a 4.0 GPA and has already earned enough to pay for his entire college education! The senior from Memphis, TN., spent the last five years waking up at 3:45am to sell newspapers. His dedication proved more than fruitful as he has earned enough to pay for his entire college education. Aside from graduating with honors, King epitomizes what it means when drive and dedication result in the manifestation of of our dreams coming true and that is the message he expressed to all his classmates, “Just chase your dreams.” Already accepted into Tennessee State University, King is not resting on his laurels, but staying true to what got him to where he is now and beginning his college career this summer.
We applaud all the graduates of 2016. Never stop chasing your dreams, keep striving for greatness, and no matter what, believe in the impossible!
Every person, whether still in school or not, should read this, print it out, and remind themselves as often as needed that they possess everything to #LiftOff.
By: Donald Livingston (@DLive87)
“Education then, beyond all other devices of human origin,
Is a great equalizer of the conditions of men.” – Horace Mann, 1848.
At the time of his remarks I couldn’t read — couldn’t write.
Any attempt to do so, punishable by death.
For generations we have known of knowledge’s infinite power.
Yet somehow, we’ve never questioned the keeper of the keys —
The guardians of information.
Unfortunately, I’ve seen more dividing and conquering
In this order of operations — a heinous miscalculation of reality.
For some, the only difference between a classroom and a plantation is time.
How many times must we be made to feel like quotas —
Like tokens in coined phrases? —
There are days I feel like one, like only —
A lonely blossom in a briar patch of broken promises.
But I’ve always been a thorn in the side of injustice.
Disruptive. Talkative. A distraction.
With a passion that transcends the confines of my consciousness —
Beyond your curriculum, beyond your standards.
I stand here, a manifestation of love and pain,
With veins pumping revolution.
I am the strange fruit that grew too ripe for the poplar tree.
I am a DREAM Act, Dream Deferred incarnate.
I am a movement – an amalgam of memories America would care to forget
My past, alone won’t allow me to sit still.
So my body, like the mind
Cannot be contained.
As educators, rather than raising your voices
Over the rustling of our chains,
Take them off. Un-cuff us.
Unencumbered by the lumbering weight
Of poverty and privilege,
Policy and ignorance.
I was in the 7th grade, when Ms. Parker told me,
“Donovan, we can put your excess energy to good use!”
And she introduced me to the sound of my own voice.
She gave me a stage. A platform.
She told me that our stories are ladders
That make it easier for us to touch the stars.
So climb and grab them.
Keep climbing. Grab them.
Spill your emotions in the big dipper and pour out your soul.
Light up the world with your luminous allure.
To educate requires Galileo-like patience.
Today, when I look my students in the eyes, all I see are constellations.
If you take the time to connect the dots,
You can plot the true shape of their genius —
Shining in their darkest hour.
I look each of my students in the eyes,
And see the same light that aligned Orion’s Belt
And the pyramids of Giza.
I see the same twinkle
That guided Harriet to freedom.
I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief,
Exists an authentic frustration;
An enslavement to your standardized assessments.
At the core, none of us were meant to be common.
We were born to be comets,
Darting across space and time —
Leaving our mark as we crash into everything.
A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here —
An indelible impact that shook up the world.
Are we not astronomers — looking for the next shooting star?
I teach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships —
Tribulations into telescopes,
So a child can see their potential from right where they stand.
An injustice is telling them they are stars
Without acknowledging night that surrounds them.
Injustice is telling them education is the key
While you continue to change the locks.
Education is no equalizer —
Rather, it is the sleep that precedes the American Dream.
So wake up — wake up! Lift your voices
Until you’ve patched every hole in a child’s broken sky.
Wake up every child so they know of their celestial potential.
I’ve been a Black hole in the classroom for far too long;
Absorbing everything, without allowing my light escape.
But those days are done. I belong among the stars.
And so do you. And so do they.
Together, we can inspire galaxies of greatness
For generations to come.
No, sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
It’s graduation season again and many are being promoted to their next elevation. Whether it is the kid who is now graduating from kindergarten and entering “big school” or the junior high student venturing off into the shark pool of high school, or even the high school graduate that is cutting the strings to become an independent college student or even those who have surpassed college and are now accepting post-graduate degrees, there is a commonality. That commonality regardless of what phase the graduate may be in is where he or she goes next is heavily dependent on that individual and their willingness to work hard, be unrelenting and undeterred, and a passion and desire to chase their dreams no matter the challenges or obstacles that lie ahead.
And if you still are wondering what lies in store or how to get there, please take six minutes to be inspired! Donald Livingston (@DLive87) prolifically sums up every students potential and lays out a map to navigate the roads ahead. If you do not know where you are going or how to get there, it’s time to #LiftOff!
Miracles happen around us everyday, but oftentimes we are blinded to them because our idea of what a miracle looks like is based on something only derived of on a hollywood movie set using a green screen and plenty of CGI. But prayer is powerful and miracles still exist!
“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” ~ C.S. Lewis
Tony Yally is living proof that miracles still happen and how a little faith can turn even apparent death around. Pronounced dead after 50 minutes of no recordable vital signs, Yally’s son refused to accept his passing and began praying over his father’s body. What resulted could only be deemed a miracle as doctors have no explanation. Check out the video below about this astonishing story.
It’s #FGF and we are feeling good for the Yally family and also for knowing that no matter the situation or circumstances, it is only dead when we give up. No, every story will not be as triumphant like the Yally’s, but what is universal is that life only ends when we stop living it! #FeelGood knowing you too are a walking miracle!
Our mind is our strongest tool and greatest asset and how we perceive life and the events that happen daily will shape the life we desire. Everything may not be in order or as we wish, but a positive outlook can literally transform the impossible into the possible.
As a man thinketh, so is he! Nothing can be more true and the endorphins released through positive thinking revitalizes and refreshes and like all energy, transfers and infects all around us. Being positive is a mindset that is intentional and on purpose and must be routinely practiced. A positive attitude awakens inner strength, energy, motivation and initiative. Every situation may not be positive, but we can find a positive in just about every situation.
As you practice your positivity today, here is a jumpstart from the great people @PowerOfPositivity. The video only lasts a minute, but the impact will last a lifetime.
“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” ~ Groucho Marx
“The greatest discovery of all time is that a person can change his future by merely changing his attitude.” ~ Oprah Winfrey
It’s #FGF – Feel Good Fridays – and today BrotherWord is sharing a story about how one man turned tragedy into triumph. In 2007, Dr. Kevin Morton Jr, was a victim of gunshot. At the time, Morton was the manager of a fast food chain in Eastpointe, MI. and a student at Oakland University. Rushed to St. John Hospital in Detroit, he was operated on by Dr. Dharti Sheth-Zelmanski who removed the bullet that had passed through his stomach, diaphragm, pancreas and two main blood vessels. The surgery saved his life.
Inspired and motivated, Morton pursued a medical degree, studying at Michigan State University’s College of Osteopathic Medicine and graduated last week, nearly nine years after tragedy struck. He begins his residency next month at St. John Macomb-Oakland Hospital in Madison Heights as a surgeon, the very hospital where he was saved! In the very same community that could have cut his life short, Morton is paying it forward and giving back. As he says, “It’s that classic story of someone who is down, but not out. And a story about someone never giving up.”
Share with #BrotherWord your #FGF moments and keep the good feeling flowing!
This pain I feel is wearing me down, how much turmoil can one person endure before they begin to drown. One thing is for sure, either you are going through, about to go through, or just coming out the storm, but before you give in, it’s after when the sun comes out and rainbows are born. There’s purpose in this pain and lessons learned, what didn’t kill has not only made me stronger, but made me wiser and for that, I no longer have to yearn. ~ BrotherWord
Pain attacks in a multitude of ways and affects us in all areas of our lives – physical, mental/emotional, and spiritual. Pain is one of those things that is inevitable, but what is often missed and overlooked is that even in the pain, there is still purpose.
Pain in the physical form brings forth a reaction from the central nervous system telling us that something is uncomfortable, does not feel well, is conflicting with our body. When our body aches, it triggers the mind to do something different or stop altogether, cease whatever action is causing the pain, but anyone who has ever worked out, trained, done any physical activity, will tell you that is not until you push through the pain that you begin to conquer the mind and your body. As much as pain may warn you, it can also trick you into prematurely quitting. If you succumb to the pain, how would you know how far you could go, how much you can achieve, how would you discover the deeper purpose.
Emotional pain is even more debilitating. An emotional blow can cause a ripple effect that will destroy the psyche and the physical if allowed. Emotional wounds attack the deepest recesses of our mind and cause us to doubt others and ourselves, retreat from the world, and at worse become recluse and anti-social. Some of this can be diagnosed as chemical imbalances or mental breakdowns and require medication and therapy, yet there are so many more instances of people being disappointed, hurt, betrayed by someone else or even feeling inadequate and having a self-loathing demeanor. It is painful to think you are alone, no one cares, or everyone is against you, but do not let the pain fool you into thinking you do not have purpose or were not created for a purpose. The greatest trick of the enemy is to make you believe you are inadequate, your life is irrelevant, and you have no worth. The devil is a liar! Discovering purpose breeds a renewed energy, it invigorates and revitalizes, the purpose in the pain is knowing that despite what the world my say or, you have confidence knowing that you were created on purpose for a purpose!
Spiritual pain can possibly be the most devastating and dangerous because at this point you have lost hope and any reason for carrying on. A pain such as this will not only cripple, but can possibly lead to internal and eternal condemnation. To lose hope in life, in others, and self means you have given up and given into the pain. The misnomer about pain that escapes us all is that pain is temporary! It will not last forever nor will it always be painful, because the same thing that once caused you pain may very well be the same thing that elevates you to your purpose. When you feel like quitting, don’t! It is at that very moment when breakthrough happens, revelation takes place, and your are enriched and enlightened. It is at the moment of last hope and desperation that we discover inner strength and realize that all the pain we endured was meant to strengthen and never to break us.
On the mountaintop we get to bask in our achievements, but it is in the valleys where the lessons are truly learned. It is in the pain that we discover what we are truly made of and also why we are experiencing the pain. If you are willing to endure, to tarry just a little longer, I promise you that on the other side of pain, you will discover a greater purpose! Do not get me wrong, pain is not fun and no matter the target, physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual, it hurts. Just know that it is temporary. If you just started exercising, at first it will hurt, there will be pain. But if you continue and push through, inevitably you will see the desired results and the pain will dissipate. No different when tackling emotional or spiritual pain. Do not succumb… OVERCOME!
Anyone that is feeling the pains of life, please hang on! Pain reminds us we are still alive, alerts us there is still fight left, is an alarm to the brain, heart, and thoughts, letting us know we are near our purpose. Pain is no more than a prelude to finding purpose! Do not believe me? During childbirth, a woman suffers what may be the most excruciating pain of her life, her body literally being stretched and ripped apart, yet she endures the labor. And if labor can be defined as physical or mental exertion, a painful or arduous work, especially one that is difficult and exhausting, cannot the birth of that child not be deemed purpose – the very reason why something is done, a determined, resolute outcome. In other words, your labor is not in vain because what is birth was worth any pain!
Your pain is a divine right of passage through which you will be reborn as a being of strength, wisdom, and purpose.
~ Bryant McGill
Everyone by now has heard about the untimely death of Prince Rogers Nelson, but what I am most THANKFUL for and what many may have not known, is that Prince was a quiet, but monumental, humanitarian. This was a feat he prided himself, but went about behind the scene without any fanfare or hoopla. For Prince, it was never about publicity, but about the lives he could change.
Prince created and was the main source of funding for the “Love 4 One Another” charity that has donated millions of dollars over the years to schools, homeless shelters, and community programs in some major cities such as Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, and his hometown of Minneapolis, and has reached as far as Iowa, Georgia, Wisconsin, Ohio, and Texas as well. He was a huge contributor to “Rebuild the Dream,” an initiative that focuses on providing opportunities for young people and changing the cultural climate. Also near and dear to Prince was “YesWeCode,” a program that introduced and trained underprivileged youth in the tech industry. A proponent of the environment as much as people, Prince was at the forefront for “Green For All” helping provide green energy, such as solar panels, and advocacy throughout the country.
To say Prince merely donated money would be an insult. He put his mouth, literally, where his money was, often putting on benefit concerts to subsidize and raise money for various organizations. But he did not mind writing a check either, evidenced by the $12,000 check he wrote for an African-American library in Louisville. Prince put on free concerts for the blind and deaf, showed up unannounced to schools to speak to kids and simply brighten their days, and even helped his fellow artists as he did when Lauryn Hill was facing legal issues and Prince made it a point to help support her and her children. There are countless people who are more THANKFUL for Prince the man moreso than Prince the musician.
Today, I stand with all who mourn his passing, yet I am eternally THANKFUL for his charitable efforts and for being more than a music legend, but transcending to become a global icon that let music be the key that opened the door, and not the end all, be all! Prince Rogers Nelson, THANK YOU for all the music that will live on forever and for paying it forward so that others may have a better life. We will miss you, but because of your unselfishness, your imprint will never be forgotten.