Quotes About Struggle

**(C)(P) FROM MY BOOK-BOWEL SOUNDS AMERICA. WHY ARE THE KILLERS OF YOUR PEOPLE WALKING FREE? MASS INCARCERATION DOMINATES THE POOR IN PRISONS. NO REAL PROTECTION FOR YOU AND ME AND YOUR DEMOCRACY.INSURRECTIONS ABOUND WHILE DEMOCRACY UNDERMINE, MANY HOPING IT WILL DISAPPEAR IN JUST A MATTER OF TIME. WAKE UP AMERICA!

babylon often use betrayals to tear us apart and to turn us into enemies. So many today are not aware of this trap to keeping us enslaved.

Ras cardo speaks-tragedy and triumph usually go hand in hand like the flip sides of the same coin, and the truth that you dare not have one without the other- ras cardo reasonings.

Sad but true-the pandemic has shown us many things. Lord I see, a world, an america showing the signs of a -third world country-while some folks with enormous wealth do not give a damn about those who are suffering. Long food lines- people waiting for water-from stand pipes-preventable deaths of poor people. This is what we have become. Save our souls oh jah almighty god of our creation.

Unfortunately, for most who are oppressed, they never live long enough to see the end of the oppressor.

you may run, run away, but you can never run away from yourself.

Like the characters in the short novel Men in the Sun, by the Palestinian writer Ghassan Kanafani, however, they did not always find this route easy, for it often involved alienation, isolation, and, as when Palestinians attempted to cross frontiers with their refugee papers, even tragedy

I think anybody who has had a long relationship and has had a really hard time letting go, wants to feel like it's not all for naught, and it's meaningful, because it makes you who you are.

Seeing Mattie sitting across from me was a new kind of pain. She put on a good face for me,

It was just tiresome thinking about folks having to fight for the least little thing. I loved my people for fighting, but hated the reason why, and that left me with that crosscut notion of pride and anger pulling in different directions, two kinds of muscle fighting for the same piece of bone.

I thank the Lord that, even though things were so wrong in my life here, I finally was brought to the realization of what all those struggles were about. There are some wonderful things from your painful past, things with a beauty you may not have realized at the time.

Alpha politicians, stupid majority, and poverty of all types go together.

There will always be a just fight and a cause to die for.

There is a war out there, and believe me, Fly, it was never really between Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Crusaders and Confucius. The final battle is between those who love, respect, and liberate the body and those who hate it

I don't judge those who can't dream, those who need to pierce their arms to create different worlds under their skin, because I am fortunate in the tools of my escapes

Violence and resistance are the only answer. Empire has to feel pain or it will never stop devouring you. It is only when a gun is put in a person's face that anything changes

I tried gambling and it never paid off, women make you suffer, and greed has no end...

There are potholes on the road less traveled. Some deep, some not so deep, some you dig yourself. Most are filled with mud. Many contain rocks. Once in a while, however, you'll be walking along and step in one a bit more accommodating... shabby, green, and pulsing with life. It'll tickle your feet, like clover.

Guys and their initiative - sometimes that too is like extracting meat from the armature of a crab.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.

Those who think godly living makes them invulnerable to trouble are living in a fantasy world. - 2 Timothy 3:12

Man warring on himself an old tale is; But Man discovering the source of all his sorrow in himself, Finding his left hand and his right Are similar sons, are children fighting In the porchyards of the void?!

Trapped in the blood, athirst for air, Christ, who once was employed as single Son of God Now finds Himself among three billion on a billion Brother sons, their arms thrown wide to grasp and hold and walk them everywhere Now weaving this, now weaving that in swoons