Inspirations and Blessings

In my life I have had the opportunity to be blessed with and inspired by a great deal of people. Today has been one of those days where I have been touched by others opinions and views on life. Of the things I take away from this day can be summed up in a quote by Golda Meir " Don't be humble; You're not that great." I have decided to stop living in the future and worrying so much about things I cannot control. I will live in the moment, control my destiny and enjoy every precious moment my life will give me.

With all that being said a particular individual whom I am proud to say is a member of my widely diverse family has inspired me in numerous ways through out my (some would say) "short" lifetime and today. She is an artist with words and is very passionate about life and the potential for joy it holds. Today she sent me a copy of a poem she has written, that strikes home for many Americans and in my opinion portrays a world where caring and love is what people hold for each other.  To many people go through their life living selfishly and thinking only whats best for themselves rather than for the greater good. Here is her poem, read it, think about the words, and embrace it!


Call Me What?

Call me a socialist if you must

If you like

I’m no rap artist

I have no mike

I don’t care for labels

For they fit to tight

I just want to rhyme a little

To the left and to the right

I want to pick up the poor

And comfort the middle class

Pick up the ceiling and the broken glass

Ask the wealthy to please give back

Ask corporate America to stay home grown

Cradle the sick and their empty-pockets and moans

I believe in accountability

But it can’t exist

Without equal opportunity

Imagine

Education for all

Pick up the entire country

I YELL FOR A PATRIOTIC CALL!

We send our young to war

Yes the middle class and the poor

We call it

The ultimate sacrifice

Is that much greed that much of a vice

It’s like a hoarding disease

Like compulsive survival needs

Like money talks, walks, breathes and bleeds

I want to pick up the poor

And comfort the middle class

Pick up the ceiling and the broken glass

Ask the wealthy to please give back

Ask corporate America to stay home grown

Cradle the sick and their empty-pockets and moans

Freedom

For only a few

All for me

None for you

An incidental déjà vu

At what cost

Reputation lost

Quality of a product

Corporate misconduct

Fair wages

Benefits

For the working class

I think we are seeing the backlash

Our economies driving horse

Yet we outsource

America’s ugly divorce

This is what I know

This what I perceive

What I believe

What I grieve

A tear running down my cheek

I want to help the weak

If I can save another life

Tax my wallet

It is a freedom

I’m willing to sacrifice

I only ask that it be fair

We need the wealthy to step up

With their share

In togetherness

We rise

In togetherness

We will never fail

It is in our diversity

That we will bind

Adaptability we will find

For I decry

This poem to thy

Fight! Fight! Fight!

To compassionately unite

Look through the creative light

And what you feel

In your heart is right

Counteract the selfish plight

To conquer and divide

To eliminate the middle class

And make the poor work off their weary ass

This is what we must do

To survive

God damn

Wake up

Are we blind

Open your mind

For the whole to exist

All parts must thrive!

I want to pick up the poor

And comfort the middle class

Pick up the ceiling and the broken glass

Ask the wealthy to please give back

Ask corporate America to stay home grown

Cradle the sick and their empty-pockets and moans

America we must first help our own!

Written by,

Shellie Blevins

Hope you enjoyed!

Becky