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The Wake

Due Process

By Matthew HernandezPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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For far too long I've been feeling lame with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Looking for the answer on another's paper without realizing we aren't taking the same test. My peers dropping A-bomb judgements where there is no True room to contest. Believing that choosing to not feed into this broken system is to fall short of individual best. How do you know what path I should lead better than the heart can see? Clouded expectations of where I'm supposed to be creates my valued reality. Not completely comprehending why I'm trying to fit in isn't Truly me since society's lies and secular pride have deceived my mind into this life I reap. Taught to hold on to pain and animosity against those who have betrayed this muscle that beats. Placing the blame on everyone except the mirror I meet due to this fear of trauma held subconsciously. Only through persistent introspection am I able to create a new perception aligned with a free flowing mentality on this actuality.

Finally being alleviated from the synchronized stride to match potential strive while others march on to their own dreams demise. Too afraid to break their own shackle chains to claim the crown of their name. Existing unaware that the tool they need is Truth spoken gently within their Being. Truth within people with similar eyes blinded by self-strife. Similar hands that are scarred from holding on for far too long. Breaking our backs trying to follow familiar tracks laid by those before us. All this hidden intent with no trust. No Love all lust. Currently wrapped up in currency at the cost of everyone's loss. Obvious solution in air like coin toss past a quarter of the way down while we pretend to make amends. This moral toxicity sweeter than wine for those who don't need to make a dollar from a dime. Walking blindly around those in need with the only thing to spare are white lies. Begging the question, how do we surpass this implemented hierarchy? Envision past what seemingly separates our collective community.

Set of personal beliefs laced with practiced religion. Characteristics of races are just institutionalized ideas by racists creating oppression translated into this false division. Not to mention a lost social class with debt to bypass, towering tidal wave raise, break, crash to be left without financial raft. Float ashore with son in eyes. Daughter in eyes. Apple of the eye will meet soon demise without real chance to spread wings and fly. Daedalus, warn Icarus about those who rise too high with no permit from the business. Expose this labyrinth which was designed to be complex, genocidal badged sentries guarding every exit. Reach for right reason and receive wrong side of a gun. "Keep quiet and just stay in line," and what, greet cycle forced to run? The only way to achieve ideal peace is break free from what we were given and work with what we got.

Cognitive thought backed by a committed movement. A developed sense of community that embodies True unity. Intersectional solidarity to ensure every individuals innate freedom and prosperity. Something these "first-world" governments have effectively taken away from you and me. Deceiving us to believe we're nothing more than disposable commodity. But, we have an ancient weapon resting within the heart that beats, only unlocked by the forgotten key that took the formlessness as something only felt but clearly seen.

Acquiring this Truth to unlens our perspective requires new direct reception with True intention. Readjusting the signal for an opportunity to mold feelings held at bay; to mold these words of clay. It doesn't take a religion made hand to understand the Love that creates absolute human. For not too long I've been feeling out of place with everything to gain and nothing but this body to lose. Finally writing down answers resembling a slate that will eventually break. How many voices does there need to be saying we have to be the change we need to see? This real revolution, to end societal delusion, begins within you and me.

Thank you.

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Matthew Hernandez

Writing as a way of reflection.

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