People are talking a lot about our history. What we believe we come from. I only go back as far as 37 years and 11 months. So I can’t speak about how it feels to live in a time I was never born into. Honestly we build our own prisons. We are slaves to our own minds...to our own histories. I can learn from others and allow their symbols to remind me how far we’ve come or I can allow their symbols to hold me captive to a past we’re doomed to repeat. We each make our own choice. I don’t hide in the shadows but I bask in the glimmer of hope that so little lingers of now. The hope that the past of the dead is not the future of the living. The remnants of our history are the lessons of our future. #hopematters #historymatters #futurematters #imatter #youmatter #colordoesnotmatter (at Jackson, Mississippi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBpbEOUhuKkWja42IyGXygIl5GcUctYknlMd300/?igshid=117q7y1vmmly8
