I hear the beat of past drums, and the thought almost numbs.
I don't mean to hurt anyones feelings
I really don't care to bring up all
the dirty dealings
but I plan to face reality
which has almost made me
a fatality
It definitely made my race a fatality
Only a hundred years back
a brother reading and writing might
come under attack
Get the crap beat out of him
or get hung from a tree
In this suppose to be land of the free
Free for a light face
but even today not all the way for me
Here's my deal
whether or not I have any appeal
I'm a black brother that don't steal
so much for the sterotype
and the bullchit hype
about my color type
The time is ripe
for me to write my azz off
and I don't plan to land soft
Hard as I can hit
later on for the full chit
killing me is the only way I plan to quit
The ancestors had to worry
about the rope
I have only the bullchit to
keep in scope
The heck with some hope
I don't hope I'm right
I just simply plan to write
here and on any other freaking site
A Viconian Cycle/ Babylonian Captivity Memory Silence Re-Founding of Southern history out of Dublin GA and the KBPS7 Trial. In psychology this is a Wounded Pride case.
The Borderline Anti-Memory PastBook asks questions a diary does not ask and raises the questions to dialectics and answers them in a way a memory work does not answer questions.
A work in American history and existentialism Which is an Invitation to connect and create the dots in your life to other revolutions like the Cuban Revolution.
EDWIN