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Dear terrified people with white skin
Chill. (dear black people…thanks for introducing such a cool concept as “chillin’”) Chill. The institution is abuzz with activity, just listen to it hum. You can almost taste the creativity when you’re suckin’ on your thumb. Who is the first to proclaim they know who is the first to start the show who is the…
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Thank God I’m Black!
Radical racist righteousness alt-right, alternate universe ctrl-alt-delete the whole thing restart. We’re not computers, no matter what they say. have you listened to yourself? have you heard the things coming from your mouth as if they are directed towards you, rather than away from you! The arrogance and ego coat like caramel syrup, The privilege,…
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I Get It
I get it. I don’t like it and I don’t know what I’m going to do because of it. But I get it. And I’m sorry it took so long, and I had such little faith in you along the way and gave you such a hard time and fought against your belief and fought…
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Originally Mine
I am the biggest victim. I am the one who is reactive to life, who thinks I am only a cog in a wheel ground into reaction forced into activity. I am the biggest victim. And I don’t want anyone to know. Sorry. But I am the biggest victim. I feel like I…
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How Do You Tell Your Best Friend They’re a Nazi?
Is this a battle you want to fight? A can you want to open? Maybe if you just wait, They will see it. I’m sure they will see it. After all they’re speaking so loudly So they can probably hear themselves. Right? But if you’re scared don’t worry Your friend’s not trying to hurt you,…
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Be Strong
I know now, That my heart is clear How afraid you are For me, my dear. But don’t be scared It makes it worse Be strong be strong be strong.
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The children are crying
Back and forth we go if it wasn’t so destructive it would just be silly So I think I’ll come down on silly even though the pit of my stomach is endless dark and full of gravity I keep yelling to no one -maybe I should listen- Can’t you hear the child crying? The children are…
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Home
My heart is full of hope in the most tragic of times When all around is anger and violence. I know these old opponents, But I don’t honor them now. I see possibility, necessity and responsibility with an adult child’s fear that everyone will see me as I am. I am grateful for the child…
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My picture in time
If I won’t have the courage to point my finger inward how will I ever evolve to truly leave a better world for my son. Being a victim of violence and Behaving as if you are a victim of violence are as different as fire and water. If I won’t have the courage to first…
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Indulgence
Empty roads pavement stretches, red and green straight cold, alone and warm home. I could drive the streets, at night, forever I could drive them, alone forever. I am so comfortable with my aloneness and with things that are alone like boulevards in the nowhere hours with lonely reds at home and a few passing…
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Writing Through
It’s not pleasant, where I start. In fact I don’t want to start because of the stench and the rot and the sameness of words left to die, mirrors everywhere and in them, my heart. I know everything there is to know about this room there are no more secrets there hasn’t been for some…
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Rantings
Tell my son I loved him. And laughed genuinely, many times, soul to soul. Those feelings of life my son, are real, those feelings of life are real. The world inside my head crashes to the ground and shatters and I recognize my flame and confuse that for my eternal wrongness. How am I making…
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