Agape Love

As a white woman in her thirties, I could be admired for the amount of Agape love I exhibit on a daily basis. As a woman who has definitely seen her share of The Struggle, I could be honored for the tenacity of my spirit. As a woman who has been raped and homeless, I could be said to be strong and courageous. As a woman who has suffered honest hunger, I could be said to be hard working and driven because I never allowed it to cause me to fail.

Perception adds so much relevant depth to a story. I would not downplay the solid character I exude, but as I read the Last Chapter of Trumpet of Conscience by Dr. Martin Luther King, I cried all the way through his last chapter of his last testament.

For a man who walked in tempo with the abolishing of slavery, the strongest phase of the KKK, with the world injustices of his time that he was so empathically aware of, I have to bow my head, and kiss page 73 where he defines and discusses the Greek theological concept of Agape love.

There is a reason this great man is one of my most imperative heroes. The sway of his rhetoric. The depth of his knowledge. The cadence of his rhyme. He was a man of action. He saw things I cannot even imagine because we have come a distance since his day. However, as Nina Simone states We Still have so terribly far to go!

I honor all this man was. May his Dream live  through me. May the Agape love tattooed on my chest emanate from me always, in all ways. I consecrate my life to the betterment of myself. To the evolution of the human race as a whole, not some segmented, segregated set of classes.

As we begin the month of March, I delve fully into my destined path allowing the word of the King to charge my soul with eternal fire. I am all that I claim to be, and I am a living, breathing, moving work in progress.

To all of you committed to the same, great blessings upon you. To those who have not yet found their spark, I implore you to rise. The time is at hand. Listen to the second hand tick. This is it!

Hotep.
Lady RA~in.