Another day. Another Mountain Top.

Another hot morning about 98 degrees outside, as I look ahead of day there is another mountain to climb!

Keep telling myself that I am a capable, self-educated, athletic, healthy, and strong black man.

I am very emotionally, physically and spiritually tired. I don’t want to climb another mountain.

My own mind is playing tricks with me, spiting negative thoughts of my past, but I must keep climbing.  

My legs are heavy, and my lungs are burning, and I cannot see because the salty sweat blocking and blurring my vision delaying my destination for the day.

Why do I have to keep climbing these mountains?  Yet, I am still climbing.

One foot in front after the other, with the blisters in my feet and bloody hands, I refuse to surrender to these distractions for they cannot stop me from continuing to climb.

I’m so fucking tired!

Why do I keep climbing these monstrous mountains?  

I know who I want to be, I know who I love, I know my goals and dreams, I know not to give up. I must keep climbing.

I will rest this agony once more, I have to follow the Sun whenever he sleeps, still tomorrow I must be prepared for another mountain.

I cannot surrender to comfort, rest for now I will, for tomorrow I must climb again to reach the mountain top.  

-Brotherhood of Sincerity

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