Hotep,
Why should I be envious of a horse that has never known
freedom?
The American pastime of horse racing will reward the
victorious hoof prints of AMERICAN PHAROAH with a lifetime supply of hay and
oats for consumption; continuous pampering by the hands of humans; and now that
his genes are a 20 million dollar commodity, his sexual appetite will always be
satiated.
But, he still has no idea what its like to run beyond a
man’s finish line; diminishing the echoes of his thunderous imprints by
mimicking the high valued presence of SEATTLE SLEW, SECRETARIAT, AFFIRMED, and
a slave master’s fiddler. “Good Stock”
on any plantation.
The more I think about life before going to prison, the more
I hate existing on the inside. This is
what drives me to raise the bar on my own standard of improvement, when it
seems natural to conform to the perks of being oblivious to life on the other
side of the wall. I guess this would
explain the brief envy I felt toward a racehorse unaware of anything better
than the environment he was placed in.
Revolution begins with knowing who you are. Understanding your role within the cause and
being the best at what you are called to do.
For this reason I chose not to emulate the footprints in the mud before
me. Through the use of an ink pen, I am blazing a trail atop the mire of
inequality so that others can make footprints on solid ground.
Going to sleep anxious – only to wake up angry can incite
the greatest efforts a Mann has to offer.
It feels like I’ve been fighting ever since I was exiled from the
protection of my mother’s womb. Cloak,
covert, and colloquialisms are the birthmarks of a successful revolution
because they disrupt the abortive confidentiality of informants who have proven
reliable in the past.
The echoes of a revolutionary’s footprints hold more
relevance than a horse bearing the misrepresented title of a king that never
had to fight for a thing.
100,
MannofStat
Copyright © 2015 by Leroy Elwood Mann
