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. With the dreams of yesterday's journey vibrating through our path let us not forget that our party have taken us on roads of sadness and joy it's the measuring stick that defines our end. The memories of our ancestors is but a tool for choices today. Be the change maker and let it echoe into the hearts of the ones that dreams of better tomorrow. To be alive itself is a journey of discovery and our paths are filled with many obstacles. Let it not be a stumbling block for you to Excel. Grow,advance choss to be the one that not look back but build your destiny will pride so as to achieve your full potential that is waiting for you.. remember you decide your end result and you are the master of your destiny. Looking back should be the key to your decisions so don't fall into the trap of slavery to others dreams.
Im Dominique, im not bipolar, adhd or depression to say the least! I am tall but afraid of heights, I am strong but I am light. I wont break but bend? I might, Ill have ideas trapped in the coils of my mind only to be ignored for not speaking in time. Hands sweat, knees hurt but damn it we gotta work!
The sun hasnt risen but you know I have, to the job on time no matter the reason! Wind so cold cuts your cheeks, still abandoned and reformed. Told to be yourself until you do and they say you're boring. In the this dark space with no map, hoping to duck the problem of this gap. Hearing the sirens and the horns of the streets, darkness so black you see some hope. The absence of light brings fear to those whom grew in the light. To head lights you see only to be met with the bus, you remember youre at the bus stop and that life goes on.
The day ends the same as it began, so dark you take pills to get vitamins you miss from the light. Physical you're alive, is all you hear at every appointment. Nevertheless you dont speak to honest at therapy, We have things we never tell. Even to the ones we hold close, Every step is torture on whats left of the knees. The only thing that makes it worse is the knowledge that quitting is failure but staying is slow endless torture. So every morning you wake and fight depression, I hope you arent confused because fighting depression is job where enjoying life is a vacation, youre therapist is management, your pills are coffee and break time is when you sleep. No pay. No vacation and no clocking out.
Let lines be drawn
Beyond my nerves
Make it unclear to the deaf-blind
This journey of slavery
And undue enrichment
This society and nature
Have yoked us with.
Should I, should I not
Is the daily soliloquy
Of a pregnant Fela Kuti
Lest its made gone
Like the matriarch of the Kuti family.
Oh! silence is made a baton for political ambition
Watching the righteous go to rest
In an inglorious cave and
Enriching our common foes in their nests.
Let me cry
Please don't hold me back.
Where is righteousness,
The rule of law,
Fairness, and justice
A victim of theft
Must mobilize our black friends prior investigation
While one with no guilt must pay prior release.
What a society where truth is hidden
With massive celebration of falsehood
Let me groan without holding back
Our wives are becoming widows
And children fatherless
Yet a mouth to voice out
Is silent for fear of death or ambition.
Where is a place of refuge?
The house of God?
Donate your way to remission, the message 'from God' is.
The Judiciary?
There, the cause list is bigger than the court.
The two be the last hope of the masses
But fail to scratch our backs.
We need help
Yes, one which is based on collective decisions.
Arise oh compatriots
The next generation is calling
Please and please obey
In order to have a better generation.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
I'm Tired of All the BS
By Franklin Price
10/9/2017
I'm tired of all the BS
That's going on today
The getting rid of all tradition
That got us to this day
The holidays and history
That made us who we are
I'm not a drunk by any means
But this may send me to the bar
Columbus Day which is today
Some are trying now to change
Indiginous Day they're striving for
Another day to rearrange
Christmas is now Xmas
And it's a Happy Holiday
No longer Merry Christmas
Not a thing that you should say
Can no longer say a prayer in school
Or pledge allegiance to the flag
The squeaky wheel gets so much grease
Sometimes it makes me gag
Everything must be okayed
Down to the smallest group
What happened to majority?
Where are we in the loop?
I don't believe in predjudice
That's a thing for only fools
Minorities should have respect
Majority sets the rules
I could go on forever
Or at least for quite awhile
But it only makes me grimace
I would rather have a smile
If the majority is silent,
Does not participate in fate,
Don't complain when freedom's gone
By then, it's way too late
You ruled the world with iron and lies.
Five hundred years of noise,
five hundred years of pain.
You called your conquest civilization,
your theft, discovery,
your cruelty, progress.
You built kingdoms upon stolen bones,
cathedrals upon blood and grief.
You crowned yourselves gods,
and forced the world to kneel.
But what goes up must come down.
Even gods fall.
The scripture you gave by force
now testifies against you —
“God cannot be mocked.”
You shall reap what you sow.
The harvest of sorrow draws near.
Your towers of deceit will tremble.
Your gold will turn to dust.
Your children will hunger.
Your nations will divide.
And those you once enslaved
will feed you crumbs,
as the wheel turns full.
The color you worshipped
will become a mark of shame.
Your arrogance will echo
as laughter across the Earth.
And when the new world asks,
“Why has Europe fallen?”
the prophets will answer —
They harvested what they planted.
Took sail with a north-easterly wind did the Nords
From the glaciated valleys and narrow steep fjords
A sea voyage away by chance three lands found
Norsemen have come to claim their ground
Dragon-headed prows, ships with wooden oars
Centuries before famous lauded explorers
A Vikings roaring soul was the longboat Drakkar
Thru misty waters and unintruded shores afar
The land was calm—no frost in winter
Wild wilderness and little did the grass wither
What’s green is ice and what’s ice is green
Named in contrast so the truth be unseen
So not to make it sound it’s to one’s liking
This is the legacy of the brash hardy breed Viking
The sagas of the Icelanders—Edda
Old Norse óðr poetry of how they discovered America
History, Columbus and Friends
To be on the right side of History you must make friends
History is the study of the past
Sponsored by political winds and spins
Lincoln sells cars on TV and kills vampires in movies
George Washington makes dollar bills
“Cesar” was a salad
Kansas is Central America…. (not sure what country)
The rest of the world does not exist
Columbus sometimes discovered America
With his Master card and Visa
Other times it’s Leif Erickson who found the USA
Or some ancient Asians but I can’t pronounce their names
And they don’t have parades
So Happy Columbus Day
I’ll have a beer and another slice of pizza
Streets in New York City seem
Unusually quiet.
Business isn’t typical –
You really can’t deny it.
Traffic’s very light;
Though stores are open, schools are not.
Half a holiday is what
It seems that we have got.
Though the market’s selling stocks,
You can’t buy any stamps.
Check your bank before you go -
They’ve split into two camps.
Workers either celebrate
A day to stay in bed
Or for the other half,
An average day of work instead.
New Years and Thanksgiving
And some others, we’ve agreed
Are days for all to celebrate,
And that’s been guaranteed.
Columbus Day is not the same,
For many folks on staff
Are stuck without a holiday
Or rather, just a half.
When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.
Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.
Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.
No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.
The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,
and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.