Saturday, September 19, 2020

Pure Ruth In Ginsburg

 

such passion such an activist such legacy in this short ass life. love fires out the canon or cameras flashing such regulation of the written art. I dash out, I hit traffic, a mouth full of smoke. I pause in Palms. I reminisce. it was beauty, disgusts, & pleasures. so mesmerizing or downright authentic while so sly the world keeps spinning! I lost big it was angelic where foul missives destroyed probability. but back to icons, so much to lose, while Rights are in the balance—the furious war those black guitars those women racing marathons—so low so high while most often we need something! too special for me too elegant for crime or such fever in Oprah. speeding down Sunset or pausing for a shot to meet one oblivious to the war. such color in us so much rage scaling in measurements with happiness. to see it. to chase it. while it’s running—those gunning instincts the geisha skills while the harmonica is in Africa. at bamboo sticks those old hickory sticks while whites are including other races. I love the life. I lose a feeling. I felt so numb! too much to die but life is coming to awaken disconnected from humanity: the body disposed of, the consciousness laughing, while to enter a young journalist.

daughters are rabid, they possess guts, life is such geometry. they giggle at hardships they rush the waves, such flames into skies—to spell Liberty, to roughhouse bigotry, such raw ass feminists. in honor of you. in pain with you. to sit hawking a picture! so lost so found while reprieve comes at a snail’s pace. the battle, those Rights, while they detach us!  

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