Imperium

We all live in tall glass houses; some glasses more translucent than others, some decorated with opaque curtains and some even hiding behind tall trees...but no matter how hard we try to hide pieces of us or how hard we try to protect them from our neighbors view, somehow, sooner or later, it all comes to light...and stones are thrown. Being born black has always been an excuse for being bashed, denigrated and stoned to death. We focus so much on the quality of the glass, on protecting it, that we forget that the true foundation lies in our strength to stand tall even when all seems shattered. We are our own monuments. Although we may find a divine madness in our skin, we must also embrace it in order to achieve freedom. Our skin is our crown; protect the kingdom at all cost.