Sunday, August 26, 2018
Years ago I wrote my first poem about crimes against African Americans. As I am getting older it's becoming more and more the norm in today's society. From Trayon, Mike, Oscar, Sandra and now Nia. You can't turn on the news and not see that someone in some state, some city, some town has been killed.
Its has little kids scared of police officers because a family member was killed by a cop.
You have black on black crime where we are killing each other over territory. Here is the reality we don't own the block. No matter how many kilos are sold the truth is the city , the state , and the government owns the block.
You can't drive on the highway even because a rival might recognize you, it was part of an initiation, or you happen to cut them off and the road rage had them pull out a glock to even the score.
I write about injustice and even how a college educated woman could be pulled over, asked about the car she is driving if it is hers, ask her to do a sobriety test because you smell alcohol and arrest her. Funny thing she has never drank or smoked but this is the lesson you're going to teach her.
I write about how you can be a youth hanging out with your friends listening to some hip hop music in your car in a state that approved STAND YOUR GROUND so when he asked you to turn down your music and you refused he was justified to pull the trigger.
Chicago is rated amoung the highest murder rates cities in the United States.
I write about two individuals coming from two different sides of the railroad. Doing the same crime. One serves life in prison and the other becomes a senator.
Do you not remember a young boy age 14 was accused of whisteling at a white woman , he was beaten beyond recognition , and killed. The woman come forth many years later to say she gave a false testimonry.
In the late 19th century, lynching was a form of punishments whites would punish blacks. It's still happening in today's world.
Brown vs. The Board of Education where we wanted the same education as our non black brothers and sisters. Where my parents didn't have the opportunity to take part but I was the first college graduate out of my father's 7 children and went on to get my Masters.
The Fifteen Amendment to the United States Constituion states that we all have the rights to vote. Yet we are seeing still in 2018 voting stations closing early in urban communities . We have locations changing at the last minute. When an African American is winning in the polls there is a belief that it can't be happening. We must have the tallies recounted. We must wait until the last minutes which means weeks later to know if we have the first Femal African American Mayor in a large metropolitan city.
We had a African American President that had to prove that he was not a Muslim, he was born in the United States and had to show his birth certificate.
Now we have one who doesn't know that Puerto Rico is a part of the United States, hasn't shown his tax returns, and has used the N* word to describe a person of color.
All I am saying is let there be peace!
Martin Luther King walked for justice
Malcolm X wanted all to be educated on the truth
I started my educated off at a Historically Black University College and it changed my life because I learned my history.
I learned from my parents born in 1904 and 1926 that we can coexist and communicate without fighting.
I have family members who have taken an oath to serve and protect
I have family members who step into a court room daily to defend and prosecute for justice
Let's not make the prison system the top revenue generating business where majority of our sons, husbands, and brothers will die in.
When you see me don't be afraid because I come in peace!
Patricia A. Saunders
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Thursday, August 9, 2018
It was in the year 2013 and I was going through a storm. I had taken a demotion at work , transferred closerto home and was trying to take care of myself. I had started symptoms for high blood pressure, was prediabetic , and my arm couldn’t go above my head. In my dream one morning I was saying I need to do something to wake
the old me back up. I wanted to get back into taken care of myself. I was awaken by a notification on
my phone that I felt was a sign. It was an invitation to come to Saint George, Utah to visit a resort called
Red Mountain. I responded back that I was interested to take the travel agent rate and explore the
experience. Within minutes they responded back and I knew then it was real, not a dream, and the
Within weeks flight is booked , it will be a work trip since I am going to write about the whole experience. I
arrived into Las Vegas and took a shuttle van to Saint George, being stuck between
strangers, and I am the only African American female on this ride. I am prayed up so fear get behind me.
When I arrive to the resort the staff is friendly, my bags are taken to my room, and I am given a tour of the
grounds by the sales manager. A dinner is planned for all the travel agents visiting also from all over the
United States. We are here for 4 days and 3 nights and we are about to introduced to all inclusive wellness.
The Spa has every type of treatment that will make you wish you lived here. The food is delicious my
favorite that I look for every time I go is Sweet Potato Pancakes, Turkey Chorizo and potatoes. I order
a drink that I thought had tequila in to find out that a winery in California is distilling wine to taste like vodka,
tequila, and rum.
I can sleep in and awake without one alarm sounding, other have taken the hike and are being challenged to
go higher heights, and the air though its hot feels electrifying. . I pull out my journal and I am just taking in
the hills, the birds dipping into the water fountain, and the sound of bugs chirping on this hot day.
Over 30 years ago I decided to gain the weight as my armor, my way of protecting myself, my subconscious
taking over what my mind couldn't deal with, I am going to turn off the sexy. Now in my 50's reclaiming my
time that is left as my own. I am taking yoga classes, tai chi, and dance classes while at the resort.. A fire in
the pit of stomach is awaken my purpose has been renewed. I sign up to take a evening photography class
and while out in the area behind the resort I see a sunset and I snap a photo. The instructor has the class all
taking turns taking photos at different angles and then we walk into the labyrinth. I feel at the moment that I
can't feel defeated. My perspective at life was to learn the lesson, don't criticize myself and to love myself.
Upon leaving the resort I established friendships with guests,, I built a relationship
with the staff and have booked a trip three additional visits. Each time bringing someone else with myself
hoping that whatever they experience will be life changing. Each time I have never been disappointed,
the yoga instructor remembers me, I can share any improvements with the staff as a testimony from their
classes, motivation, and of course looking for any new additions that they place on the itinerary.
I don't get any type of sponsorship or payment from the resort to write about my experience I just others to
know that this is a gem hiding in the mountains. If you want to lose weight, exercise, or just relax they have it