The Man Known As PREI

Black Man Standing In The Light
December 23, 2002
0940

You mock me because I stand up and fight
For the beliefs in my heart,
The thoughts in my head,
And what my soul knows to be true?
Why?  Because I realize that the Bible has nothing
In it against the fighting,
As long as you realize where the fighting is to be done!
How dare you mock me for what I am,
For the I AM,
And dare to claim to understand--
When in actuality your sight is dimmed,
And blinded are you by your own ambition
To attack me,
ME, who dares to simply confess,
To stand with that understanding.
Open your eyes my brother.
Let the scales fall from your face and the light come in,
For it can let you see,
But only if you wish to.
I stand on the plain of the battlefield called the heart,
In a world called MY SELF,
And fight the demons that will plague and beguile,
And mislead,
Reaching constantly for the perfection,
For I am NOT perfect,
But one day I shall be.
I wear the mantle of CHRISTIAN not because of religion,
But because of what it means,
What it should represent,
“Christ-like.”
Every day my Savior fought,
Though it wasn’t with His fist,
But with what He did and said--
He stood on the plains of my own soul and rebuked the devil,
And all his hordes,
And He still stands there today.
What type of craziness is this,
That you would stand and speak such confusion?
Blessings and curses cannot come from the same tongue,
So take in the wisdom I’ve been blessed with,
And make it your own.
I’m not the best example,
But I’m still a sample.
Of what He can do. 
Stand back and watch the glory unfold
From this black man standing in the light.

Mj Omega

Be Whomever You Want to Be
January 14, 2003
1504

Quit trying to be like all the people around you
That are so popular, so in the public eye,
Or so surrounded by fake friends that are only there
Because they’re destine to be followers.
Be yourself.  Be whatever it is you want to be.
Don’t be bound up in tradition,
Though I wouldn’t recommend doing away with it totally
Some things help to build foundations,
But once you have that, stand on your own two feet.
If you care to speak boldly, then learn when you should
And when you shouldn’t,
And do so as you see fit--
If you want to wear your clothing a certain way,
Be my guess--but don’t look at me like I’m wrong
Because I might not like it.  That’s me, and you’re you,
Be whoever you want to be. 
In this world we all walk on paths that run
Beside others and sometimes cross or combine;
You must find your niche, your place, your identity,
If you plan to exist at all here--
So, forget what other’s say.  You be you, and I’ll be who ever,
Whether that happens to be a person alone or with someone,
Well liked or not--
It’s better than being a clone.

The Rajamalan,
Mj Omega

Trying
January 17, 2003
1130

You know what I’m fed up with?
Ignorance. 
Statements like this: color doesn’t matter anymore.
Tell me, what world do you live in,
Wherein my skin tone doesn’t affect
The view those with less of it place upon me?
Or even the view I have of them?
Because that place must be PARADISE,
And not on earth. 
Don’t get me wrong.
It’s not something that’s going to control me.
I’ve been sun-kissed a long time,
So I’ve learned to cope and deal and to
Live.
The way I see it is that those that hate must be jealous
Because as much as they pick at my brown color,
They stay in the sun trying to achieve it.
That makes me laugh, and the laughter
Eases the pain.
I walk in the grace that God has given me
And believe that no matter what this world holds against me,
I can still make it with His help.
But I’m not blind to the fact that I’m treated differently,
Trusted less,
And looked upon as less--
Sometimes I even have to stop myself from doing it back to those
That deliver it upon my doorstep.
I keep telling myself I have to be better,
That they’re loosing out because they can’t take the time
To know the man within the flesh of black heritage.
And I make it.  Daily I struggle through it and I make it
And feel GOOD about myself when I go home.
But I can’t ignore it.  I can’t pretend it’s not there
I can’t behave as though I don’t know the history of our peoples,
Who owned who, why and when--
Because I do know.  My blood still remembers--
And my flesh wants to hate for the hate that was delivered
For no other reason except we exist.
But my soul knows better--and it stays in control.
Yet I will and can stand, even if defiantly,
Just to prove the fact that though I know what’s happened
Though I remember the past, deal with the present and look forward
To the future,
I’m still something and someone everyone will have to deal with,
Me and my blackness.

The Rajamalan,
Mj Omega