Wrestling with the Weight of the Present

I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle this.

Questlove of the Roots eloquently expressed himself when he said that the verdict showed how little he was worth: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/07/questlove-trayvon-martin-and-i-aint-shit.html



What do I say?  Not sure..

I know that the weight of the present is on top of our shoulders, pressing down.  This is a weight that is felt by some but not all.  It is an invisible and, at times, you get used to it and forget that it is even there.  However, there is always an incident to snap you back into reality.  

You stand less tall than others as a result of the burden weighing you down.  You are less.




The weight of the past?  That doesn't exist anymore.. now does it?

That's what I'm told, at least.



The past and the present..  Oh, how they intertwine..

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