Am I Free Yet

The emancipation proclamation of incarceration has got me defacing public property, with words like don't shoot, or i can't breathe. So say can you see by the dawns early blue and red lights, illuminating another crime site. Melanin enriched lives carelessly taken from others, unknowing today is the last day of life. Just another deposit added to the treasure trove of injustice. Closely monitored by the blind eyes of authoritarians, utilizing legislation of codification with invisible ink. Visual images of atrocity captured in the day and the darkness of night. The demise of those in custody, reports backed up falsely. Freedom tarnished by the guise of the guardians of dishonesty. Giving deluded delusions diluted of substance as truth. Confident in the ignorance of the masses, and ability to marshal the herd. In due course, the end of all things as was is inevitable. Willfully, naturally, or by the measure of any means necessary. Consistent shoves, and pushes and jostling, the posterior is against the wall. Countless days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries pent up. The mantle of oppression shall divide under pressure, most abrupt. Eruptions of pyroclastic flows from pain, hurt, betrayal, slavery, murder, and poverty. Ghosts of the cotton fields saying don't forget, remember me. No longer echoes of a wanted to be forgotten past. But a beacon for the future, free at last, free at last. Dare to dream, to hope, to succeed and pursue happiness. Epidermal pigmentation no longer judgements catalyst. But the road to opportunities for sharing lifes differences. Only to discover that we are all undifferentiated.