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You’re that girl at the party
The one who I see coming
Who’s going to want to talk about
Slavery or banjo or climate change
I’ve been waiting hoping you’d be here
It’s been a nice time drinking my wine
Talking about what’s on Netflix
Like most people here want to do
But not you
You’ve been studying the movement
Of Minstrelsy across the seas
In the Eighteen fifties
As you proceed to describe how
A mother’s daughter might or mightn’t
Be sold with her at the option of the buyer
I drink in your dyed-scarlet hair and your tie dyed dress
Your fingers move across the strings
Like a spider’s legs I am not doing something new
You say but you are original unique in my experience
I can’t explain what you mean in the world
To say you’re an angel or goddess
Doesn’t do you justice
Angels aren’t as sad or angry as you
And so don’t retain the real essence of beauty
You’re the messenger of truth
Beauty however black however dark
My emerald rose
I imbibe your radiant soul
February 16, 2020
You are not the victim
Stop trying to manipulate the situation
We are all seeing
We are all knowing
We are all loving
Not you
So when we change the narrative
And put your hate in the spotlight
Don't use our discomfort
Our resistance
And our need for justice
As a way to use your tears
To make you the victims
But you won't get our sympathy
Nor our empathy
Your guilt is not our problem
You won't one up us
And we will call your bluff
We have generations of fight in us
You should know this
We have always had to fight for the right to exist
Because of your hatred
So excuse us for not buying it
We have rights and we will not submit
We are not here to coddle your ego
And make you the hero
When your actually the villain
We see right through the bull
That you spew
To manipulate the narrative to suit you
Well you
It takes a special type of evil
To kill us
Enslave us
Falsely incarcerated us
Exclude us
And every horrible thing you did to our ancestors
The when we speak up
You try to silence us
With your tears
Don't ever try and tell us how to feel
Do
Not
Say that we are always playing the race card
When it was you who did that us
So you could own us
And yes everything is about race
Because you made it about race
The foundation of the world is built
Off of the enslavement
Of us
So try and take a hard look in the mirror
Because it was never about us
Being dangerous
Being predators
Being aggressive
Or being a threat
It was about you throwing a tantrum
About how we consistently rose from the ashes
To take back our freedom
You can't stand our intelligence
Our resistance
Our resilience
You can't comprehend
That no matter what we will always love our blackness
So let us ask you a question
Is it because your jealous
No matter the answer
Your racism disgusts us
Through the Mississippi River trenches
Bayou close
Plantation seen in the distance
Cruising through Southern history’s past
Battle and Struggle
Civil War breakout
Slavery quo
Acceleration having a slow pace
Rebel among the multitude of voices
Southern accent
Freedom thought
The need being a slow proceed
Won’t, Can’t, Shouldn’t and total stand still
The vision of slaves being compelled to function on the many plantations sun up to sun down
Breezes were only a wave with a fan
Mississippi River far and wide
Shores yonder
Banjos setting the tone for boundaries forbidden
Folklore testimonies
Singing and dancing through the circumstances
Slaves praying every chance
Only Slaves knew the trouble they seen
Having the understanding I mean
Southern drawl components
Mouth to Mouth
The Mississippi River belle telling how the Mississippi River being the passage way in bringing Slaves for plantation purposes
Mississippi River ever wise
Southern element no surprise
Beyond the spectacle, but slaves had to succumb having no surrender, but ordinance.
The irresistible force removed the object
the unmovable slave trade always a profit
always forever a normalised project
so why would Britannia be willing to stop it
why would you pay just to give them away
purchase the product to cease without pay
for the sake of a debt that centuries stay
for no return no gain but to change the day
freedom is freedom through miracle alone
it came from nowhere and was the unknown
take it for granted and still those would own
how unlikely the ending that we have all known
One power, would be, one historically,
if not for Britain ruling the sea,
the way of the human, still slavery,
no other power ever set us free!
Demons and slavery are not very nice.
Their Parts on the inside are cold as ice.
The ora and the karma will attach to your skin.
Dont fight the thoughts ok lets begin.
Deep in thought and bleeding out.
Thats hypothetical cant live without.
When you cant stop the flow its coming quick.
Imagine the pain that will inflict.
Living on a mountain and under a lake.
Feeling each part of me start to shake.
Nerve endings separate and begin to connect.
Everlasting life is a secret best kept.
Dreams travel out of cold thin air.
Sometimes you feel like you have to share.
The sick twisted shlt inside your head.
No one really cares tell your dog instead!
.
Purling
As the lotus 'mongst the waft top
wet
Arciforming
With the pretty colorful rainbow
bent
Infiltrating
Deeply the sinews whence mine I found
mirth
Noticing
Every breathe flaunting the passion of mine
colleen
Sweating
Whilst in hern depth
roaring
*Libertine: 14th century < Latin libertinus< libertus "somebody freed from
slavery" < liber "free" ;)
LOOKING BACK IN TIME...
I WAS SITTING IN A CLASSROOM.
AS A VERY YOUNG PERSON.
AND THE TEACHER SAID.
LET'S ALL CLEAR OUR MINDS
AND THINK OF THE DIFFERENT WAYS
WE CAN COUNT TO 100.
I THOUGHT ABOUT THE TASK.
1... 1 2 3...100
2... 2 4 6...100
4... 4 8 12...100
5... 5 10 15...100
10... 10 20 ...100
20... 20 40...100
25...25 50 75 100
50... 50 100.
THE POINT IS
WHEN WE CLEAR OUR MINDS
WE ALLOW OURSELVES
TO THINK AND DISCOVER
OUR OPTIONS IN LIFE.
IT ALSO ALLOWS US
TO INCREASE OUR AWARENESS
OR ELEVATE OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
WHEN WE DISCARD
THE PROPAGANDA ,
HATRED , ANGER , ANIMOSITY
AND JEALOUSY.
WE FREE OURSELVES
FROM OPPRESSION ,
TYRANNY , MENTAL SLAVERY.
CHAOS , MAYHEM AND THE
BOMBARDMENT OF DISTRACTIONS.
CONFORMITY,
DESTROYS , LIMITS , RESTRICTS
AND ELIMINATES OUR FREEDOM.
ONCE AGAIN BRINGING US
TO THE CONCLUSION
LIFE IS GREAT ...
FANTASTIC ...
INCREDIBLE ...
AND AT TIMES...
UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E. Harris
06221022
Pro-Xi the Showman
has a jolly roger soul
With a corncrack pipe and a Vuitton clothes
and two eyes made from Sheol
Pro-XiPing the showman is a hairy fail they say
He was made of nose but the children
know how he came to sniff away
There must have been much traffick in that
old silk road to town
But when they placed it on his head
he began to dance around
O
Pro-Xi the owned man
was contrived as he could be
And the children say he could laugh
at the way he plays games with you and me
Trumpetty trump trump
trumpety trump trump
Look at ProXi's go
Chompetty chomp chomp
chompety chomp chomp
Over the hills of blow
(Pac Man) lol
...
Hypocrisy the deal-man does alot of shady things,
tried to mandate information ministry
and vaccine slavery.
...
'Stocracy the Blowman had a ton of alot of blow.
He laughed all day at his evil ways
North of slavin peep ole.
...
Sleazy the Biz-man, owed
'Stocracy some funds, he made tweedle
dee dum dum dum dum receive pay to play kind of
scheme
O Invasionry the program is a Communistic
plan to end the Native Land of Nativity Scene
and eclipse Country Sovereignty
...
...treason, stay of justices execution
Prosti the Pentagon unaccounted 2 trillion...
....
Apostasy the Pope man is a very anti-C...
and water down Christianity
O Jeffrey...
Captive of spells by all rhymes and verses
Seized in tangs of thoughts and emotions
I gain joy, love, comfort, strength and wellness
They rob my stress and tensions.
As ink spills down from my deepest blood streams
I release my imagination with thrill
All my hopes, wishes, aspirations and dreams
all freed by the tough handcuffs of my quill.
Poem is a sanctuary of my peace
A cloister where I ponder and meditate
Another calm place to pray on my knees
I feel, slavery of words is my fate.
Devoured by my passion of poetry
I’m like a craving monster, so hungry.
June nineteenth one hundred and fifty years ago
Juneteenth hint: three hundred
and sixty six days
after eighteen sixty four.
Major General Gordon Granger
led the Union Soldiers to Galveston, Texas,
to announce the end of the Civil war
and the freedom of all enslaved people.
Jim Crow sat perched
over the event horizon
waiting in the wings,
which brought darkened
(non-sheltering) skies
not only for the hot pocket
of suddenly emancipated
persons of color,
who would subsequently experience
immense prejudice
upon their embarkation
as (no pun intended)
"masters" of their own selves
while attempting to eke out a living
dirt poor, yet resourceful
hunkering down on plantations,
which property eminent domain
of federal government,
(a political entity
characterized by union
of partially self-governing provinces,
states, or other regions),
whereby said body electric
codified, fortified, and indemnified
manifest destiny, a phrase
coined in 1845, the idea
that United States destined—
by God advocates believed—
to expand its dominion
and spread democracy and capitalism
across the entire North American continent.
Though institution of slavery
supposedly rendered null and void
at the stroke of a pen
(courtesy Abraham Lincoln)
well actual legislation
passed by Congress on January 31, 1865,
and ratified on December 6, 1865,
the 13th Amendment abolished slavery
in the United States.
Nevertheless merciless abuse
heaped upon the *****
despite their legal status
being Granted leeway
to persevere life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness.
Recognition as equal brethren
among collective soul of American
fraught with bitter aversion,
condemnation, and ejaculation
of physical and verbal violence
against people of color,
whose melanin enriched complexion
birthrights rendered hidebound
severely limited
inalienable rights as declared
in Declaration of Independence,
now still utter abhorrence
regarding treatment
of those proud enterprising people,
whose once storied
African past left in tatters
leaving sparse threads
woven together by diligent dogged research
nsync with twenty first century technology
to allow, enable and provide opportunity
to stitch together a more complete tapestry
and spiritual fusion with shackled ancestors.