Why should I be envious of a horse that has never known freedom?
The American pastime of horse racing will reward the victorious hoof prints of AMERICAN PHAROAH with a lifetime supply of hay and oats for consumption; continuous pampering by the hands of humans; and now that his genes are a 20 million dollar commodity, his sexual appetite will always be satiated.
But, he still has no idea what its like to run beyond a man’s finish line; diminishing the echoes of his thunderous imprints by mimicking the high valued presence of SEATTLE SLEW, SECRETARIAT, AFFIRMED, and a slave master’s fiddler. “Good Stock” on any plantation.
The more I think about life before going to prison, the more I hate existing on the inside. This is what drives me to raise the bar on my own standard of improvement, when it seems natural to conform to the perks of being oblivious to life on the other side of the wall. I guess this would explain the brief envy I felt toward a racehorse unaware of anything better than the environment he was placed in.
Revolution begins with knowing who you are. Understanding your role within the cause and being the best at what you are called to do. For this reason I chose not to emulate the footprints in the mud before me. Through the use of an ink pen, I am blazing a trail atop the mire of inequality so that others can make footprints on solid ground.
Going to sleep anxious – only to wake up angry can incite the greatest efforts a Mann has to offer. It feels like I’ve been fighting ever since I was exiled from the protection of my mother’s womb. Cloak, covert, and colloquialisms are the birthmarks of a successful revolution because they disrupt the abortive confidentiality of informants who have proven reliable in the past.
The echoes of a revolutionary’s footprints hold more relevance than a horse bearing the misrepresented title of a king that never had to fight for a thing.
Copyright © 2015 by Leroy Elwood Mann