I didnt rest well last night. My mind was on Ferguson. My mind was on the Senate. My mind was on being part of a system that I was never a part of. I didnt rest well as I thought of the lack of African American farmers. As I stared at the ceiling I thought about our Youth and the legacy we will leave for them. My mind was on the Prison Industrial Complex. My mind was on the Military Industrial Complex. My mind was on FIRE with thoughts and ideas that could bring us together. I didnt rest. A friend said your mind is telling you that you have work to do.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 15:03:41 +0000
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