Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Black Lives Matter (All Lives Matter)


do ‘others’ exist, in totality, in life we part? such stitches. they seem fetid. they have not been removed. but a skin dilemma, or a demanded curse, or too mulatto to fathom. such raw racism our universe our faces so similar—as bright or winded as deluxe or recharged where it can’t matter much.
by furious frantic fires or dying in response or beaten for peaceful protests as such our old America.
            how should cultures exist, such apish asphalt, by spiders or gila monsters? so unborn or given such atmosphere where one is screaming, “Damn your life.”
            so much to establish so dead on arrival while power is palatial or impertinent; a lady might fathom, enduring levity, or social mayhem, so famed to die this legacy.
life is pushed into dinosaurs or old country vengeance or some type of oligarchy. (but it means so little, a man must show diplomacy, but many men are unfit. it came by vanity it speaks to Suburbs where it remains uninterested. it seems a pill is liquidity or essence demented it gives more to its gullet.) so torn or determined so adamant so certain where America is battered, tattered, while evidence shows the leader’s failure.
by accounts or calendars into dirty or grungy politics—surrounded by irreligiosity where a talisman is posture or appearance or deaths for ‘others.’ such racist demonstration. such uncurrent disgusts. when a person looks so into dollars. “I see bills or potential victims, I see objects!”
we watch mirrors, despite color, they speak indiscretions; they utter insecurities, they are most vigilant, we see sickness in ourselves. we hold distrusts or disgusts where we’re angry for receiving what we often give. but power or design where America is often its hardknocks. ‘others’ have dignity, as forced to dream, while actuality is painted by its fog. it frets like begging. it comes by reluctance. it often repudiates the old economy.               

Ceremonial

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