Making My First Thought My Last... By Kandayia Ali

(1-3)Making the first thought my last was only a test to see if I have been blessed with the skills to ramble at will and assemble at best an outline, to define my quest- to be one of the few- who can make sense of the jumbles of non-sense- that in my head- kinda’ makes sense…  Now, this poem isn’t for the “literally impaired” - those who have an issue with loooong, drawn out expressions of character. No- this poem is for those who ramble, just as I- and express themselves as a chosen few of The Most High who “speak” to be felt- not always to be heard. “You feel me?” If not, it’s expected, and well respected are our differences and our right to agree to disagree. This rambled verse is about knowledge. Not the kind that you always find in college- because let’s face it- just cause you take that route- doesn’t mean that you may not have a time in your life, where you could possibly go without. What’s gained can easily be lost without you blinking your eyes- but right before them. Knowledge calls to us every 5 seconds to wake up to the days of awareness- moral statutes, positive growth and to release these “death- driven” substitutes.  Knowledge is life- living, breathing, loving, learning and exploration.  We tend to close our eyes when it points its light- guess because it will make our future so bright… Know yourself- your worth- your value or you will be underpaid, under-appreciated, over worked and soon you’ll find out that you played yourself…  Wrong and right decisions are yours to make- and the outcome of them can’t be placed on the heads of anyone else…

(2-1) Integrity- if your heart isn't in it, then your body is an empty vessel.  Sometimes we have too much “of what someone has done to us” nestled deep down in our souls. We have no room to see the potentiality of being more than what we are.  Stand firm for things in life for things that are passionate to you- positive to your growth, this may be one of the antidotes to a way-lay of dismay we sometimes find ourselves waiting for. What you make of yourself can not be created by anyone else- they can not control your life’s journey, this is your walk in evolution- most of the time, to all our problems- WE ARE THE SOLUTION.   It’s no riddle- the way my mind works- rambling on with a poem- starting in the middle. Building around it a series of things I want to say and really do mean.  Bear with me, as I take you to the next scene...

(3-2)They say, “The first will become last” and “the last will become first”- what I did was make the last set of thoughts- second in this verse. What I have to say comes in thought patterns, some may find annoying- but there is a method to my madness- I’m here to speak on happiness. No more- no less… We are the builders of our own foundation- given the fundamentals at birth to reverse a curse which we tend to ignore, as we get older. We blame or short-comings on others, allowing us to be caught up in a world wind of self-inflicted, victimized chaos. I refuse to believe that any man is product of his environment- ONLY TO KNOW that he will always be the producer of it. We have been given that gift- so if happiness is something you want to uphold- and uplift- the choice has always been yours. Free-will has never been so prominent in our daily lives and decisions.  Be dominant: YOU CHOOSE- your way of life- focus on TRUTH being your only religion…