Black Lives Matter
send em' love.
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Black Lives Matter
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!



Noice!
Well said. One of those ideas I keep remembering and forgetting.