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The emancipation proclamation of incaceration has got me
defacing public property, with words like don't shoot, or
I can't breathe.
So say can you see, by the dawns early blue and red lights,
illuminating another crime site.
Melanin enriched lives carelessly taken from others, unknowing
today is the last day of life.
Just another deposit added to the treasure trove of injustice.
Closely monitored by the blind eyes of authoritarians, utilizing
legislation of codification with invisible ink.
Visual images of atrocity captured in the day and the darkness
of night.
The demise of those in custody, reports backed up falsley.
Freedom tarnished by the guise of the guardians of dishonesty.
Giving deluded delusions diluted of substance as truth.
Confidant in the ignorance of the masses, and ability to
marshal the herd.
In due course, the end of all things is inevitable.
Willfully, naturally, or by the measure of any means necessary.
Consistent shoves, pushes and jostling, the posterior is
against the wall.
Countless days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries
pent up.
The mantle of oppression shall divide under pressure,
most abrupt.
Eruptions leading to pyroclastic flows from pain, hurt, betrayal,
slavery, murder, and poverty.
Ghosts of the cotton feild saying dont forget, remember me.
No longer echoes of a wanted to be forgotten past.
But, a beacon for the future, free at last, free at last.
Dare to dream, to hope, to succeed and pursue happiness.
Epidermal pigmentation no longer judgements catalyst.
But the road to oppurtunities for sharing lifes differences.
Only to discover that we are all undifferentiated
