Dopest Crew

You know all their names.

Treating them different, yet still the same.

Sometimes you laugh to keep from crying. As each one enters the door, your light starts shining.

You treat them like your own.

Many of you have made school their home.

Planting life changing seeds.

Nurturing them with whatever they need.

At times heartbroken by what you see.

Still you inspire them to believe.

Many times there is no line between your personal and professional life.

Still you shine through all the strife.

Under valued and Insufficiently compensated.

It’s normal to feel aggravated.

Letting your light shine.

Exposing your big heart to shape little minds.

Teachers are the dopest crew.

I appreciate all you do.

New Age Tubman

18 October 2018

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Shine Your Light

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No one knows the day or the hour, use your light while it still has its power.

Tomorrow could be too late, death is like a blind date.
Live each day like it’s the last, there’s no time to live in the past.
The time is now, this very moment could be your final bow.
Use your gifts and chase your dreams. And remember fears aren’t as powerful as they seem.
Fear’s strategy is to keep you in bondage, shining your light gives you the advantage.
Always be a ray of sunshine, you never know when your heart beat will flatline.
Let your light shine bright, day and night.
No one knows the day or hour, so shine your light while it still has power.
NAT Baldwin
29 July 2018

Country Girl From the Pass

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In the middle of my wreckage, I read the words “Turn your mess, into your Message.”

From a country girl with a heart so big, everyone can see it even as she faced her biggest fears. Sharing her entire journey, even the tears.
Teaching us “Everybody’s Got Something,” the entire lesson is touching.
The stories giving hope, to many giving a strategy to cope.
A proud Mississippian, just like me. In the middle of my wreckage, she help me to see.
That this too shall pass, giving me an air mask.
Echoing right foot, left foot, breathe, repeat. Followed by an inspirational tweet.
Helping millions she doesn’t even know, helping us to deal with some of life’s toughest blows.
Planting seeds she can’t see. I’m thankful for the seed she planted in me.
Sharing her entire family with the world, a true country girl.
Thankful for her relationship with God and prayer, without it she may have been a professional basketball player.
Missing her opportunity to walk in her purpose. Leading many to have hope to face their burdens.
A country girl from the Pass, helping others look at the half full glass.
Helping me to see the struggle is the blessing. Helping me to turn my mess into my message and share my life lessons.
New Age Tubman
27 July 2018

 

The Life She Lives

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Been in this fight for a while, it all started when she was a child.

So many sleepless nights, searching for the light.
They say history repeats, so she wonders if she’ll ever be complete.
Should that really be the goal? With all the scars left on her soul?
Her mother fighting with her friend pipe in the streets, so she experienced many defeats.
Leading to her mother being taken away at the hands of some pigs. She reveals all she digs.
Just eleven years old. Imagine the pain of the scars on her soul.
Gaining strength from her father. Then he died, she couldn’t see how she could ever prosper.
A member of the #metoo movement. Some view her as a version of the black girl mutant
Embracing the pain of the knife in her hand. She figured she’d create her own promise land.
Chasing the only love she ever knew, she followed the wrong crew.
Traveling from post to pillow. Forget pots and pans, she didn’t even have a window.
Robbing and stealing for her ration, led to frequent involuntary vacations.
There’s no work for a felon, so she searches for a way to make lemonade from this one lemon.
All she sees is the glass half empty, now her heart is jetty.
Her faith deceived, she doesn’t know what to believe.
Feeling like she has nothing left. She starts thinking about her last breathe.
She wants to break the cycle, trying to avoid the downward spiral.
Becoming her own emcee, she gives her plea.
Maybe they’ll see the fortune she gives.  Maybe they’ll understand the life she lives.
NAT BALDWIN
15 July 2018
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WE CAN

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There is no I in team, if one bleeds we all bleed.

They say a house divided cannot stand. Got me wondering how will America be great again?

From what I’ve learned. For my people; my ancestors. America has been its biggest oppressor. Even the basic right of being free, had to be earned.
Again, questioning the glass being half full, when I can visibly see the half empty. I have no other choice, but to look inward… I start to look at me.
Understanding more my own imperfections, hwlping me contain the rooted Malcolm X aggression.
My heart more aligned with Dr. King, I too want everyone to sing.
Thinking if we all unite, there would be no need to fight.
Feeling like we’ve traded one massa for anotha. Feels as if everyone’s chasing a dolla.
From the slave to the Dream of equality. Maybe it’s time we start to look more into equity.
They say a house divided, cannot stand. I’m not sure if it’s ever been great, I believe together WE CAN.
New Age Tubman
26 May 2018

The Root of Division

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When He speaks I write, please don’t take these words in spite.

Not trying to preach to you, just tired of ignoring the truth.

The world we currently live in, so full of sin.

45s promise to make America great again, has our world looking like the world described by James Baldwin.

A country divided, everyone so race minded.

Forgetting the root of evil, we can’t see that money is what divide the people.

The way we treat those living in poverty, is regarded as monstrosity.

All the women screaming #MeToo, still the people act as if they have no clue.

Children dying, mothers crying. The hate intensifying.

Public education auctioned to the highest bidder, with it the minds of our inter-city youth wither.

It’s not about race, it’s always been about your birth place.

Social economic status, the apparatus that divides us.

Blinded by its power, we can’t see we all have more in common. We can’t wait another hour, it’s time we start a rigor examen.

Some say it’s the way the world goes round, some think it’s this that keeps us confound.

Many sit in silence, it’s their way to avoid the violence.

Lack of knowledge when it comes to both our individual and collective history. Did you realize we’re hearing all the same stories.

Black boys killed like it’s a sport, the other alternative is an unjust court.

Predominate blacks schools mirror prisons, they claim school safety is the reason.

Got me questioning if it’s really the truth, all I see is how it’s impacting my youth.

Again people think of race, ignoring the money in their face.

It’s Presidents Day, one click of the remote and you’ll see the world is in dismay.

45 talking about FBI and Russians, still ignoring the real serious discussions.

Missing Presidents Obama’s message of together WE CAN, forgetting it’s how we can make American great again.

Claiming we’re woke, is this a practical joke.

We’re not getting any younger, it’s time we really woke from our slumber.

19 February 2018
New Age Tubman

 

Family

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It’s hard to articulate, no other bond carries the same weight.

They’re the cards we were dealt, the ones you wouldn’t trade for anybody else.

No matter how dysfunctional, they’re the most lovable.

Giving us our first set of attributes, they are the very beginning of our roots.

They won’t think twice, for you they’ll sacrifice.

They’re not always all glittery, still we share some of the same history.

They always show forgiveness, even when we’ve been a hot mess.

The closest thing to God’s Love on earth, they always remind us of our worth.

They live forever in our hearts. There; they forever give us support.

They provide a structure, that protects us even through the hurt.

No matter what has happened through the years, we always love our relatives.

They are the core of our anatomy, they are FAMILY.

Sitting around the table smashing, sharing stories and laughing.

Sharing memories, with “you remember when” stories.

For me it was summers in the country, back when Big Mama was chunky.

When Big Daddy drove that Buick like a Caddie.

The legendary “ass-whippings.” Why did I break that pick-up truck window, I was really tripping.

On the front porch playing church, playing baseball; sliding in what we wish had been dirt.

Riding four wheelers, and driving trackers.

Cutting the church grass with big Daddy, acting as his lawn mowing caddy.

Working; helping Willie in the hot sun for icy cups. Now that I think about it; he got over on us🤔.

Staying up late playing spades, man those were the days.

Sitting around shelling peas, a time when Big Mama planted her knowledge seeds.

Bringing us up in the church, she taught us how to pray and search.

Telling us to search after God’s heart, and whenever we messed up she gave us a fresh start.

Teaching us to stand strong when one falls down, our signature trait ask anyone in town.

All my uncles carrying a piece of William Hervey traits, my aunts with traces of Fannie Lee; You can see it through their grace.

My cousins serving as my second best friends, just like my sisters; I know they’re with me til the end.

We all share the same roots, the same blood. The closest thing on earth to experiencing God like Love.

The hand that I was dealt, and I wouldn’t trade any of them for anyone else.

Family, the core of our anatomy.

 

-New Age Tubman
22 November 2017