Rebellious Sacrifice

I am an American! Growing up I never thought of Independence Day as a holiday. It was just the day that competed with my birthday, July 3, 1970 – My Sleep…Explained http://muatatruthtelling.blogspot.com/ .   I also never felt any sense of American pride on the Fourth of July. Conversely, living via learning has humbly changed me in ways that have faintly defied my Fred Hampton militancy. Without releasing all of my Nat Turner defiance, I have altered my opinions regarding the day that solidified America’s vicious Conquest and Imperialism. Note the word… altered . Believing that the United States has been a diabolical system of biblical Roman supremacy and tyranny, I cannot relinquish all of my Bob Marley sentiment.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73zaNwyhXn0&feature=related   I would like to believe that I am anew . That I am getting better with age, and not soft. Or, perhaps   I am an American…? Would I be the turncoat of the Black Power Movement if I completely embraced Ame