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(Not) Regretting Cake
Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding
Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection
To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and
Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself
Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but
Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake
Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind
Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption
To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity
The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction
In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of
Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must
Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure
Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in
Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are
‘Khamsin’-like oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of
Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake
05th August 2016
The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
“If someone besides a black ever sings the real gut bucket blues, it’ll be a Jew. We both know what it’s like to be someone else’s footstool.”
-Ray Charles
Author’s note: this is a companion piece to “Where Are They Now?”
Published in Out On A Limb, 2020
In the shadows lurk a venomous hate,
a darkness that festers, sealing our destiny.
Its target, the sons and daughters
of a heritage rich in history’s pages.
From ancient times to the modern era,
the prejudice persists in myriad ways.
A scapegoat for woes, a target for blame,
the Jew bears the brunt of humanity’s disgrace.
With whispers of conspiracy, lies unfurl,
a web of deceit, cruel and cold.
Stereotypes wielded like a sharpened blade,
piercing the soul, leaving hearts gored.
From pogroms to ghettos, from Holocaust’s cry,
to the present day’s thriving rhetoric.
The echoes of hatred, they still ring out,
in the air we breathe, in the ground we’ve uncovered.
Surrounded by darkness, a glimmer of
resilience and courage, shining bright.
For the Jewish spirit, it will not shatter
in the face of adversity, but will awake.
So let us stand against the trend,
with love and compassion, side by side.
For in unity, we find our power
and banish the darkness with unwavering light.
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Walk with me,
I struggle, so that you can prosper, I FIGHT so that you may live in peace, I
CRAWL IN THE DIRT, SO THAT WHEN YOU GROW UP!, you can be a BEAST.
I fight,
I jumped over EVERY hurdle! Then went back and knocked em down, I tore
down EVERY WALL IN THE CITY, so you'd be free to walk around.
I fight,
I press on thru all the pain, rain, and strain, because I know that YOUR success
built on the foundation of my struggle, will be my ultimate gain.
So I fight
I fight because for me to give up now thinking um just giving up on me, not
realizing um giving up on you would be the ultimate shame and that's
something I cannot do,
I fight cuz I been fighting since 1985, and at the rate things are going, umma
be fighting til the moment I die, they sed I'd never write OR read, NOW I read
my writings like the M.L KING's speech! They sed I was borderline retarded,
NOW look what they done started, they sed my ADD would hold me back, now
my classmates be like "oh he smart" I'm at the head of the pack! BECAUSE, MY
STRENGTH REACHES THROUGH SPACE AND TIME! TO RELAY MY STRUGGLE
THROUGH RHYTHM AND RHYME, TO EVERY OCCASION THAT CALLS I RISE,
THAT'S WHY I SHINE! I AM, THE MOST UNDERRATED, MOST DEDICATED,
EIGHT AND A HALF YEARS COLLEGE EDUCATED, TO MY SECOND GRADE
TEACHERS LOOK AT ME NOW I MADE IT, THE PROVEN, WHEN LIFE KNOCKS
ME DOWN I SET MY BONES AND KEEP MOVING.
So I fight,
I FIGHT THRU THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS, I FIGHT WHEN I CAN'T SEE THE
LIGHT, I FIGHT WHEN THEY'VE TAKEN MY SIGHT, I FIGHT THROUGH THE
STEREOTYPES, I FIGHT WHEN THERE'S NO HOPE IN SIGHT, I FIGHT CUZ I
KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT.
I FIGHT, I FIGHT SO HELP ME GOD, I, FIGHT.
He wrote many a Hollywood flick
But he didn't comprehend
What really makes bad men tick
The motives to the bitter end.
He thought that need made burglars rob
He was stuck believing the golden rule
He couldn't understand the pile-on of the mob
He couldn't explain a bully in a school
I took him aside, I tried to persuade
That there are people who
Think hurting others is worth the trade
They're not like me, they're not like you.
There were propagandist puppeteers
and some who want all of us to believe the same
People who want to open the gate
To an old scapegoat blaming game.
His scripts had folks big and mean
But badness comes in shapes and forms
The beautiful, the ugly, and in between
Inside the mind, circling storms.
I showed him many compromised
The price for them of truth too high
They'd get stuck in their own web of lies
The rest must keep their powder dry.
So he wrote a script that examined the soul
It adhered to the way things really are
But nobody would touch it with a ten foot pole
Because Hollywood ain't a mirror, its a star.
Do we know the sea in which we swim
Do we really understand mankind
The whirlpool that we've plunged in
The savage leading the blind?
I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.
I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.
I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.
I may soar, I may burrow,
I may sail smooth
Or dive deep with in
I steer my life as per my wish.
Do not give me names
nor assign roles,
do not set standards
and place me in boxes.
I am not a commodity.
You are not the creator.
We are but children of Nature
Unbound by roles,
Both wild and free.
Let us embrace isness
and create some harmony.
Motive:
jealousy twisted into a desire for power,
Systems built from broken trust,
Superiority sourced by those who exude it,
Blood spilled from the hands of those who are black
Empires built from false prophecy
Lies cultivated from the weeds of projected self-hatred
Motive - the white man to appear as the superior race
Alibi:
The fragility of whiteness,
The acidic tears of the white woman,
The weaponisation of power by the white man,
The homemade, home-baked stereotypes - to divide
Propaganda pieced together with the glue of prejudiced policies -
Weaving deceit to narrate harmful ideologies of blackness
The portrayal of victimhood, for the picture of white innocence,
The abuse of power, to abuse black people
Alibi - racial killings masquerading as self-defence
The defence rests
Prosecutors sweat
The judge, blinded by bias
The jurors , all white
The verdict:
Not guilty -
By reason of fear of colour
Acquitted
Now freedom awaits -
For the white man, now he can do it again
Every school stereotypes
when it comes to enrolling lets begin
There is Catholic schools all over the world
this is clearly an attack at our culture and beliefs
Trying to overturn Christian values
a direct attack at principle teachings
discrimination against facts remain
Hidden agendas when enrolling you say
we all know what requirements are to be met
if not happy plain and simple build a school that caters to your needs
Rather than attacking preaching unholy doctrine against baptism
in favour of the minority lets push the boat out here for some
whom try to change written law to suit ill will
Towards God's temple baptised with the cross
children are not the argument here
it's the heathens against the teachings of truth and good moral choice
Everything said and done not a catholic problem
its a pagan one not to teach your children right from wrong
this is every individuals choice face up to freedom
The taste of freedom resides in choice
Autonomy of the body and autonomy of voice
It is to not be held hostage by threat of violence
It is to not be kidnapped by silence
It is to leave a home with quiet reassurance -
And to return without the company of bullets
It is to watch the news without dread
Of seeing another black person dead
It is to exist without stereotypes
Without having to defend our rights
To be able to breathe -
In a world where everything we do is heavily criticised
The taste of freedom, would taste so sweet
To not be harassed, while walking down the street
It would taste like a voice finally free
It would taste like the end of a centuries long journey
Where rest becomes mandatory
Where a happy ending chooses our story
The taste of freedom belongs to those erased in history
The taste of freedom belongs to those caged by slavery
The taste of freedom belongs to our collective ancestry
The taste of freedom belongs to those who look like me