to vote is a right
to die is a promise it gets raw facing our screams. like television like fantasy
like sickrooms. bathed in fury born to survival while it gets worse. so blatant
so alarmed such a gut filled with pork. by trapeze to become renowned by rivers
traveling towards freedom or executed like Emmet Till.
too much to
balance in a sauce fret by liquor so wrong the pain we give. I was pictureless
or invisible while chasing like a raw hyena. may I vote? may I ignore Jim Crow?
might I adore a white woman? a light flickering while I mean no harm, I just
can’t figure how we exist. promised absurdity or promised a problem, or trying
to seclude making home with a black woman.
surety isn’t
guaranteed. consuming love is a miracle. and dying is a committee.
black tarps or
black oils or blackface into a dilemma into a curse we keep turning cheeks. a
fool was a mirror he baptized with hells while sacrificing his freedom. plenty
mothers screaming or more fathers drinking at a ghost for memories. a pool of
vomit a man’s face as laid in defamation.
I was reframing
art or doctoring anxiety sure raw fury.
Garrison burned a Constitution
while framing was illegal any voice is a voice with chains. it seems radical by
pages – from Republicans to contemporary Democrats. read history read pain such
Amendments while denied by the South.
it gets redundant
but necessary or some feel the black map while cops beat scars into BLM.
so much abolition
such freedom to die while we learn a certain psychology. the petition for a mad
nation while counting goodness it seems like something major. read into Free
Democrats, Douglass, and Spiritualism.
what becomes of
reality? is it fixed or fixated?
by nature I was
born with survival instincts. never given a blanket in cold ass weather while
given controversial skin. moving through mountains trying to manage Moses where
souls were infused by Baptism. a Baptist nature a fearing custom or too radical
to live.
eating leopards or
spirit telekinesis where minds become waterspouts. ate a poisonous frog was
immune for minutes as now slumped over gripping his guts. we love freedom it
seems good but angst says something is grim. a magnet for trials a black face
for issues while much is changing.
