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today many folks here and elsewhere will use their social media platforms to ‘reinforce the lie of independence’ ostensibly – known as the 4th of the lie. it’s a lie because there’s no such independence in a fictional country known as the (united snakes of amerikkka)

let the record show further : the only way we can correct a misfortune is to acknowledge a truth. this land (ALL of the western hemisphere) belongs to the native americans indigenous to this land. just because a thief steals something years ago, doesn’t make it rightfully theirs. no matter how much propaganda tells you otherwise. there is work being done in effort to achieve this reality and one day they will get their land back! (same for Africa, and any other land held hostage by neo-colonial rule)

im currently here in : Houma and Chitimacha land here in New Orleans, La. the app ‘Native Land’ helps keep you up with what land you are currently occupying.

so yes, this is why we struggle with folks. everyday capitalism uses the mainstream media to feed the masses the lie ‘that america is a place representative of freedom and democracy.’

we all seem to know, that history isn’t so distant from the past, but we are largely left to believe otherwise. we are groomed to view america as the nation that produced the heroes. which means the pen will reflect the institutional justification for violence such as slavery and war, as a means to bring ‘peace’ to those savages and the enslaved.

the television / media industry is used to propagate this propaganda.

the church is used to propagate this propaganda.

the military / police is used to propagate this propaganda.

EVERY INSTITUTION IN AMERICA IS DESIGNED TO

DISLOCATE YOUR MEMORY ABOUT WHERE WE ARE AND HOW WE’VE GOTTEN HERE.

From the Monroe Doctrine – To Manifest Destiny – to the ALL WHITE MALE CONGRESS THAT DECLARED AMERICA SHOULD BE A NATION EXCLUSIVELY MADE FOR THE WHITES!

while writing this : a thought appeared in my consciousness “would if this is too light? what if this makes people too uncomfortable or reactive?”

to that i exclaim : WONDERFUL!

why? because the systems and institutions of capitalism SHOULD make us uncomfortable everyday. how does it feel to witness a houseless person on the street? or someone strung out on drugs? police brutality?

the great, Kwame Ture : made it a point to remind folks of their responsibility to humanity once we are conscious! once we are awakened to the realization that this current system is violence, oppression, and psychological warfare – we must organize against it.

some important words to study and research : “neo-colonialism, white supremacy, capitalism, socialism, imperialism, dialectical materialism, struggle…” these words are all interconnected and our responsibility to humanity would be to struggle towards justice.

but whatever is good is worth the work and fight. we all have talents and gifts that can be used to the benefit of the MASSES OF THE PEOPLE. We sho’nuff have work to do and since this is a protected struggle : now is the time !

to the flag that’s soaked in kerosene : may the match revive our lives, forward ever!!! —> to a peace that’s heard, fought for and seen!

EvErYwHeRe n’ EvErYtHiNg

this writing has scheduled me captive
a release of this feeling, caging me adaptive :
to all of the colors of misery left to display.
(you can expect nursery rhymes, idioms, and fantasy – hooray!)
these tones and fixtures dressing my shadows are compromised by a flaunting spark.
it flickers like a flame 
but the accountancy checks, marks?
are signed by a fraudulent name!
to what end does this despair carry?
unspoken abbreviations which can no longer tarry…
the marriage of the dichotomy between liquid and gas
prompts offspring of the physical and spiritual heir to come to past.

 


everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!
a chance to be answered by sweaty and out of breath dancers – fancying the occasion, to respond to this decadent persuasion. in which all NOUNS had to recite their lines, up beat, crushed, & entwined !

but,
instead of facing the consequences truly,
their cowardice became unruly.
outside of the inside and around the down and found – traveling at a speed where their nebula can reach before the flashlight could click. 
right before, my feet met slick
like an x – rated flick
now there’s a drip
providing a spiral confession
wherein this tale reads as my succession
everybody readily ‘revels’ at the bounce.
a party filled with jello and colorful hellos.
it would be seen as circumstantial- to not undress and dismantle.
so here’s to the cutting – right to the chase – windows perplexed and mirrors gone to waste. 
a price of vanity, is an impending transaction.
these muscular trophies, have been attained through repetitive tension.
filled with cyclical-calendar-commitments-reimbursing-the-worked out-pension.
here are a few, (commitments) which make due :
turtles n’ gloves.
rubrics n; doves. 
magic and mind.
candy at influx with rhyme. 
calories and added fat. mistakes and cute cats. soothing the reminder of yesteryear, reminding very clear as to what it means to be free.
a collective university
wherein the masses accompany 
– in struggle and in harmony!

for..

many are displaced.
figuring out what caused their mind to go ace. stricken from the eyespassionate lullabies.
tread with light feet.
colorful slides? mesmerized!
roasted junctions in heat as the sun turns to direction of the west
a light recurs to test!
a bedazzling agent provocateur,
inviting lace scented webs stringed to allure.

shall i continue or go on?
back when, n’ again…

everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a THING!

singing tunes of the clown and a smile that became a frown!
not all answers went down.
some went around.
others came to only fly.
i could try.
but i can’t explain the withering refrain

for..

the pedigree of my registry
left me aligned with a succulent pleasantry 
i’m hungry cuz my motions have been left starved
as structures became carved
medicine was then pulverized
to escape the large n’ embodied surprise 
cuz that pill? was built ill!

everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!