WE ARE GUILTY OF FORGETTING WHO WE ARE i am in a room 4 walls, ceiling, floor 2 windows, a door outside the window is the world no walls, sky, earth death, birth, & the relative briefness of life inside is the same as outside only smaller, less complex outside is the same as inside only bigger, more choices & possibilities there are only three questions to ask/to answer 1. who am i, 2. what is the world & 3. how do i change, love or leave it nothing else except maybe god sitting somewhere marveling at our transformation, god mystified, unable to explain the logic of how we have become just like the pseudo-human creatures who enslaved our ancestors wow after all the centuries of racist bullshit, lynchings, chattel slavery & such that we black people have suffered who would have thought that violent savages & impotent religious fanatics is what we would be come wow —kalamu ya salaam