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FEAR NOT THE BULLET HOLES LEFT INSIDE MY LARGE  PLANTS AS MY NEIGHBOR ENJOY DRINKING A COLD BEER SITTING WITH HIS DOG LICK WAITING ON A TIME TO KILL I CALLED THEM MY JAN 6 NEIGHBORS BECAUSE THEY CRUSHED OUR FLAGS BROKE INTO OUR HOME ON VETERANS DAY WE MOVED OUR FLAGS TO THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE MY DISABLED FAMILY WITNESSING TERROR BB GUNS SLAMMING INTO OUR PLANTS LINED IN FRONT OF OUR DOOR I'M QUICKLY REMINDED OF 1969 THE ASSASSINATION OF CHAIRMAN FRED HAMPTON LAYING IN BED SLEEPING WITH HIS PREGNANT WIFE I AM REMINDED OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI I AM REMINDED OF MURDER RASTA ANDREWS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS GUMAN OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY I AM REMINDED OF JAN 6 CHAOS UNREST LAWLESSNESS IT FINALLY SINKS IN MY NEIGHBOR SHOT BB GUNS INTO MY PLANTS HOLES COVERED 8 POTTERS EACH COSTING 40 DOLLARS AT HOME DEPOT IS IT RACISM OR JUST PLAIN HATE AS MY STALKER HIDES WAITING FOR A TIME TO KILL I AM REMINDED MY TINY HANDS FOLDED ON MY LAP ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS 1969 MY BEST FRIEND BORN ON MARTIN LUTHER KINGS BIRTHDAY AND I AM NAMED AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING DAUGHTER I AM SIX FEARING ANOTHER CIVIL RIGHTS RIOT WONDERING WILL I BE ASSASINATED LIKE FRED HAMPTON 2337 MONROE MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN POINTING ASSAULT STYLE BB GUNS AT MY FRONT DOOR TARGET PRACTICE ONE BY ONE EACH PLANT TOPPLES OVER FINALLY THE REAL BLAST GUN FIRE MY DISABLED SPOUSE AND I HOLDING EACHOTHER WITHIN THE NIGHT TIME AIR RACISM OBSESSIONAL HATRED MY STALKER JOINED MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HERE IN AMERICA HATE CRIMES MASTERED JUST RIGHT WHEN MY HUSBAND IS WHITE I AM BROWN FUNNY I'M STILL THAT 6 YEAR OLD BROWN GIRL SINGING ON THE STEPS AT ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME AND TOMB MY EYES WIDE  SEEING 99 BULLET HOLES IN CHAIRMAN FREDS MATTRESS THE WALLS THE DOORS WHY I AM REMINDED THAT MY NEIGHBOR HATES DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR DISABLED FAMILIES MY NEIGHBOR HATES THE AMERICAN FLAG MY STALKERS SITS OBSESSED WITH MY IDENTITY SHE WAS BORN IN 1969 I WAS SIX YEARS OLD WHEN I REALIZED WHAT HATRED WAS THE MEANING OF HATRED WAS BLACK AND WHITE THE MEANING OF HATRED WAS ENVY THE ENVY OF MY POETRY MY STALKER HATED ME FOR BEING A POET 6 YEARS OLD JOSEPH MEDILL SCHOOL OF JOURNALISM CHICAGO ILLINOIS MY STALKER JAMAICAN DEALERS FORMING A PERFECT UNION OF HATE POINTED IT AT ME AND SHOOTING ONE BY ONE MY LARGE TREES SITTING IN LARGE PLANTERS TOPPLE OVER MY DISABLED VETERAN ON GUARD DUTY PICKS UP THE PLANTS COMFORTING ME AS WE AWAIT THE TIME THE BB HOLES ARE SOON REPLACED WITH 38 SLUGS AGAIN  LEFT BEHIND A TEST SHOT OF SORTS TO GET OUR ATTENTION SO WE MOVED THAT PLANT INSIDE LEAVING 7 REMAINING WATCHING JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS PERFORM ELITE STYLE TARGET PRACTICES ON OUR PLANTS IN FRONT OF OUR FRONT DOOR THE THOUGHT OF ONE OF US WALKING OUT BEING HIT BY GUN FIRE OR PERHAPS ONE OF OUR GRAND CHILDREN OR PETS WHAT TO DO WHAT TO SAY WHAT TO FEEL HATRED ON A HORRID LEVEL I REMEMBER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY RAGE OVER MY POETRY SHORT STORIES MY LIFE ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOME 1969 SOME SICK TWISTED PSYCHO ACTUALLY SLEEPING WITH MY EX HUSBAND SHOT INTO MY HOME 2003 FINALLY SHE ARRIVED WITH HER GUNMAN 8-14-2003 HE WAS KILLED AT MY FEET I LEFT HIM AND BEGAN A NEW MY STALKER FOLLOWED HOME INVASIONS THE GUNFIRE BEGAN AGAIN BB GUNS KILL BB GUNS DAMAGE PROPERTIES 38 SLUG STILL INSIDE MY PLANT PERHAPS THE DIRT COVERED THE SOUND LAST NIGHT MY HUSBAND AND I SITTING ON OUR SCREEN ROOM GUNFIRE WARNING SHOTS THERE IT IS I'M REMINDED OF 1969 CHAIRMAN FRED ASSASINATED WHILE SLEEPING WHEN HATRED WALKS ON TWO LEGS SHOOT YOUR PLANTS IN AMERICA HIDING BEHIND TONTED WINDOWS PERFORMING TARGET PRACTICE AT YOUR DECORATIONS IN FRONT OF YOUR FRONT PORCH I AM QUICKLY REMINDED OF MEDGAR EVERS BOBBY HUTTON YEAH I CAN DIG IT WARNING SHOT ASSASSINATION PLOT ATTEMPTED MURDER OF AN FBI CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCES I KNOW I AM BLESSED TO BE ME THAT LITTLE BROWN SIX YEAR OLD GIRL SITTING ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN STEPS SINGING SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD WHY I NEED NO FRIENDS MY HUSBAND IS MY BEST FRIEND JUST THE TWO OF US PICKING UP THE BB GUN PELLETS NO DIFFERENT THAN THE TWO BULLETS AFTER TAPS RANG OUT WE REMEMBER THOSE WHO HAVE FALLEN WE REMEMBER THOSE WHO ARE SERVING WE ARE REMINDED OF 1969 VIETNAM I AM REMINDED OF THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT IN CHICAGO THE SHOOT TO KILL LAW I WAVE MY FLAG FOR ALL THOSE LIVES TAKEN BY PURE HATRED FOR BEING DIFFERENT FOR BEING BROWN FOR BEING A SIX YEAR OLD POET THAT ME MARCH 1969 ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOME THE KNOWLED OF BEING PRESIDENT BEING ASASINATED HATRED MURDER I STILL HOLD MY SIX YEAR OLD SELF SHE WAS SO BRAVE THAT DAY SHE'S STILL HERE I'M NOT ALONE I HAVE A WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO LOOKS AT ME WITH SUCH COMPASSION AND LOVE IN HIS EYES I THE SAME WE DO NOT SEE COLOR WE SEE OUR LOVE GROWING STONGER EVERYDAY JUST A DECADE GONE BY NEVERTHELESS WE ARE ONE WE ARE BLESSED SWEEPING UP BULLET HOLES 2025 STILL HATRED INTENSE HATRED PERFORMING TARGET PRACTICE I GUESS WE COULD BE KILLED HERE BUT OUR LOVE WILL LAST TO ALL ETERNITY LIKE THE LOVINGS WE ARE THE LOVINGS WE ARE AMERICA WE SHALL NOT BE BULLIED BY HATE WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED GOD BLESS AMERICA
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