The Varsity
the year was 2018.. I parked at the BP... Intersecting between Techwood and Varsity.
I got out and exchanged stories with my nxgga on ideals and the ideology; and all the beauty I know is inside of me.
We talked about prophecies. Relationships, self love and our quota. How we don’t really know ourselves as a culture.
Perceptions that the world projected on us and how accepting could make us colder. Shit we need to unlearn as we’re older.
Discussions on whitewashed history. Thoughts and our own philosophy - from Sophie Oluwole to Socrates.
He laughed and said “niggas just gone be niggas” and my mind interjected. Shit maybe I’m the one that’s missing perspective?
I realized no matter how much we spoke on our life & spiritual blessings. Africa was just too far for the lessons... I posed a question on idolized imagery - hatred at those that look like me. Analogies on ourselves as the enemy.
Specifically how I direct my energy. Or the thoughts in my inner me. Like, "how this nxgga deny my rope when he out at Sea?"
(Sucks teeth)
Analyzed the situation surrounding me, said I'm dippin. I'll catch that nigga later when he ain't tripping...
Before I took off, engaged in handshakes passed through generations of culture. And that's when a homeless man had approached us.
He started quoting Hebrews in correlation to our conversation as reason. Or shit, he might've got that quote from Ephesians.
He told me that it's not wise to think I'm wise - I rolled my eyes and proceeded to start my ride then suddenly deep blue thunder had split the sky!
We all heard a bell ring.
it wasn't no dial tones, sure as hell ain't my cell phone, we too far from the Georgia Dome, am I tripping??
Looked at the homeless man for a second I seen a image of difference he wore a white robe, covered in gemstone.
Sounds of trumpets miles away and shit, I should have been home. Had to question if I did something wrong.
The clouds parted - and rumbling started; enough to bring a cower to most niggas that's lion-hearted, I tried to speak but I couldn't think...
I emptied all of my pockets, fell to my knees in hopes that all of my profit and my credentials could please anyone watching.
Felt I was being perceived as lazy and wasn't holy - like this homeless stranger took me as a phony.... I got a spirit.
Told him I got a light in my soul but he wouldn't hear it, he turned his head no he wouldn't Revere it.
The buildings crashed into one another, no time for even healing or just helping a fellow brother, it's babies crying, niggas denying, I think I might have seen my grandmother flying - the times trying, I closed my eyes in a hope that my triumph was stored in heaven.
Hell in denial; might've needed peace or a reverend - or some anointing just to get me a blessing from decimation. The whole parking lot just fell to it's knees with a proclamation that all our time we envisioned was ancient; the clock was ticking..
Felt a hand on my head, saw a vision of white clothing and wisdom, and all the things we was given and took for granted.
This wasn't Earth... Maybe a place beyond understanding, heard a voice say "you were never abandoned... forgive yourself".
Looked up and saw my nigga still laughing from recent passives, his absence - all of the shit that just happened was in a second.
The parking lot was the same, no buildings collapsed, no need for asking; he'd probably think I was acting and then it dawned...
What if no one else that's here heard the horn or a song of Psalms in a light of arms all the shit that could reach my palms for a fall...
Because what if the rapture really happened and who went home was a fraction and... And not one of us can remember the call?