Black Lives Matter

send em' love.

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Black Lives Matter

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The man cant stand the woman
nor the woman, the man. 

The christian cant stand the animist
so he calls them pagan. 
 
Conservatives hate the gays 
calls em faggots and fiends

Me? I feel like conservatives
are fascists and mean

For the blacks, fuck the whites,
for the whites fuck the blacks. 

For the trump-loving repubs, 
fuck the Spanish immigrants. 

Back in the day it was Italians 
nowadays its latin. 

For the progressives, its the Trumpers
stupid, dumb, callous. 

Yeah, i think so too,
I'm not saying I'm above ya. 

I'm just saying there’s a monster in us all 
that needs loving. 

There’s a dumb and callous brute in me and also one in you
yet we all just keep projecting, throwing spears instead of truth.  

Trying hard to shake the dust, you faking like you made of stars
is real tough

when dirt is who you are
so listen up

This old dusty earth brought you, called you into form
so bless the bones and rough edges you became when you were born

Yes! You are unclean, and I bless you and your scars. 
Light incense to the monsters you had to host to come this far.

Bless the blackness that bore you that bears you when you dream.
Bless the nightshade that nurtures and cultivates the seed.

See you think dirt is bad, think its rotten and unclean
You fight hard to keep whatever you define as blackness out your dreams

For the man its the woman, too soft and feminine
for the woman, it’s the man, too hard, too thick-skinned 

For republicans and progressives, yeah you feel what I'm saying
The melody is the same even when the tempo changes. 

For myself well, these days, its all of this noise
of my parents deafening silence and their overwhelming choice

to reject my sexuality, see to them its a sin
I am trying not to hate them i pray daily, chant, sing

say blessing to the 7 directions, send em' love! 
Hail Mary, full of grace, Boddhisatva send em' love!
I ache inside, all day long, send em love!
It stings, I cry, "Bang the gongs, send em love!"  

and this quivering fire
this burden I bear
this wrestling with monsters inside of my tears
is hatred festering, alchemizing into compassion

it's that good dirt
good soil
black life
mattering!

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