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(Dis)Counted

What gives these people the right to discount us?

 

to not count us in their equations or in their plans for what they envision the world to be like

 

Are we not human beings, do we not breath, do we not bleed, do we not think, feel and believe?

 

What is the part of being a human being that matters?

 

How is it that any part of you or me can be disqualified and put on the chopping block to be sacrificed and slaughtered to the gods of economic gain?

 

Why is it that our pain is not something that matters?

 

Real talk, they say don’t steal, it’s wrong, it is something that will get you put into prison, if not dead in the streets by police who are there to protect you

 

protect and serve. serve and learn. rehabilitation. recidivism. three strikes you’re out. no college. do not pass go, go directly to jail…

 

I digress.

 

Stealing is wrong.

 

Did I miss something, whose land is this fool on while making the claim that stealing is wrong?

 

Oh, I get it. It is only wrong if the people are taking back what is rightfully ours.

 

Discounted.

 

Are the hopes and dreams, aspirations and needs of the young children and the elderly

 

Discounted

 

Is the intergenerational trauma that we suffer while attempting to succeed, like it is our fault for being red lined and denied jobs, kicked out of school and warehoused in prisons, like its our fault firing squads of law enforcement officers unleash volleys of bullets into innocent victims, while the Bundy’s take over land or other white “assailants” like the culprit in the Charleston 9, gets walked out alive and gets bought a burger on his way to jail because the cops were concerned for his welfare

 

Obviously, his life was not discounted

 

When the department of planning and development grants the permit of some developer to build an over-priced, over-sized condominium hoping to fill it with the influx of Microsoft and Amazon workers without making a plan for how to assist people who are of low-income status who also tend to be Black, women, and with children more often are discounted, marginalized, and pushed to the fringe as if their lives did not matter

 

When decisions are made purely on the basis of economic considerations and yet have very real social impacts, those decisions are wrong, if the decision makers do not take into account the harms that will result from those decisions and act so as to mitigate them.

 

The truth is that we are not being discounted, but rather, that we are being counted by different standards, as I said before, these decision makers value us based on the sweat our labor displaces, hence the warehousing of Black people in the Prison Industrial Complex, 13th Amendment “crime clause” slave labor

 

Shattering the social connections in our neighborhoods through gentrification and displacement breaks the defending units against the vultures preying on our children in their public schools trying to erase the history of enslavement

 

That’s right, our ancestors, our brothers and sisters were not born into slavery as if it was a precondition of the color of their skin, but rather, someone imposed the status of the cast system upon them

 

Not discounted, but counted differently, 3/5 of a human being means not granted the full citizenship of other human beings

 

It is long past due, that we starting counting correctly

 

Reparations Now

Student / Activist

The end is coming

Bout to turn the corner

Flipping through the chapters

College is almost over

I’ll be walking down the isle

Holding two degrees in hand

I never thought it possible

And yet, here I am

from the streets and dealin dope

homeless, without hope

dwellin in their cells

mostly, was just broke

penniless, a derelict

So much I didn’t know

and told me to my face

that I would never go

yet I fought tooth and nail

pouring through them books

fighting for my money

the government full of crooks

financial aid a joke

but it helped to get me through

Education should be free

They want the GDP to grow

and that bullshit I-200

Legislations gotta go

cuz our people really suffer

from this racist system yo

SPS is whack

that’s where I slipped through the cracks

Designed to help the whites

Not to help the brown and black

 

 

College changed my mind

The way I think about the world

Used to be so trivial

completely uninvolved

But philosophy, it helped me see

that I am responsible

for the harms our people suffer

all across the globe

Climate Change to Immigration

Dropping bombs in far off nations

killer cops and patriarchy

be inter-related

And when I came to see, the interlink

after Michael Brown

was executed in the street

Knew we had to tear it down

So I hit the streets, and left my seats

at UW vacant empty

Activated by Black Lives Matter

Protests, Advocation

all the way to city hall

to shutting down the malls

But still hittin my books

Hidin, library nooks

And though my grades they took a hit

not enough to knock me down

even after another arrest

leading a march right through the town

Writing papers between events

applying what I was learning

for the benefit of our people

with a passion that’s still burnin

my degrees they’re still coming

by god, I know I’ve earned them

Roots are Reaching Black

Had to make it PHAT, had to take it back

Had to rep for a culture that the roots are reaching Black

Beautiful, Powerful, Indisputably Immutable

The history a crucible, the music is a tool to use

Cathartic when it needs to be, hard to beat society

At times, the rhymes, plant the seeds we need to breathe

Through police brutality, fatalities, impunity

the root of e-vil, our people see the enemy

An internal colony, Fanon saw the tragedy

Overseer to officer, KRS, a prodigy

His progeny, are challenging, violence’s monopoly

By the state, the fate of which, attempt to claim us property

Hip Hop is the voice/ and the weapon of choice!

Since Grand Master Flash and DMC were making noise

Cuz with the “Message,” hood pov-erty, was being challenged

& “Fuck the Police,” expounded on that knowledge

 

My roots are reaching Black

to Tupac and Biggie Smalls, to Jay z and Goodie Mob

To Lauren Hill and them all

My roots are reaching Black

To Assata, MLK, Malcom x, and James Brown

that’s the tip that I’m on

My roots are reaching Black

to the pride of a nation, and the fight for Liberation

Cuz our history’s bomb

My roots are reaching Black

Through the Hip Hop in my blood, and the music in my soul

Yo! The revolution’s on!

 

 

Not to say it’s not a party music, wouldn’t be true

It’s the part of the genre, we be celebrating to

Get ya club on, ya dance on, or smoke a blunt to

Or, however you hang, when you’re chillin wit your crew

Don’t be fooled, “Walk Ruff and Stuff with yo Afro Puffs”

Was Black Power, to the core, filled with Black Love

challenging pat-riarchy, white standards of beauty

And Internalized Oppression with con-tinuity

Queen Latifa, a master emcee

Blessed us with her presence in the 1980s scene

& Helped to make the music what it is to you and me

So Lauren Hill could call out “Politrixions” with the Fugees

While Bill Clinton, prison warden, playin the sax

Signed into law, the 1994, Crime Act

No more education in the prison labor system

& 3 Strikes was made law by those Politrixions

 

My roots are reaching Black

to Tupac and Biggie Smalls, to Jay z and Goodie Mob

To Lauren Hill and them all

My roots are reaching Black

To Assata, MLK, Malcom x, and James Brown

that’s the tip that I’m on

My roots are reaching Black

to the pride of a nation, and the fight for Liberation

Cuz our history’s bomb

My roots are reaching Black

Through the Hip Hop in my blood, and the music in my soul

Yo! The revolution’s on!

 

 

What is problematic, was the corporate takeover

of a cultural art form, meant to restore the

pride of our people, integrity the needle

The One’s and Two’s, the Wheels of Steel, spinnin through to freedom

When they moved in and sup-planted, their business model

& Threw down the throttle on producin gangsta bauble

to make a Modern-Day-Minstrel, Black Face, metropolis

but a Dangerous Black, outta control, was all you got from this

While the War on Drugs, was being waged, out on our Streets

The Reagans and the Clintons, were pulling back their sheets

Stereotypes, that fed the hype, of the white supremist blight

and the P.I.C. was being formed right in plain sight,

With these images that the corporations spun about us

The public in Amerika, had no doubt, about us

Thank god the Underground rose to challenge all this B.S.

Where people like Mos Def and Immortal Technique flourished

 

My roots are reaching Black

to Tupac and Biggie Smalls, to Jay z and Goodie Mob

To Lauren Hill and them all

My roots are reaching Black

To Assata, MLK, Malcom x, and James Brown

that’s the tip that I’m on

My roots are reaching Black

to the pride of a nation, and the fight for Liberation

Cuz our history’s bomb

My roots are reaching Black

Through the Hip Hop in my blood, and the music in my soul

Yo! The revolution’s on!

 

The sound of resistance, the people and the message

Answering the questions, most pressing to the masses

Ripping through the truth, conflicting our community

Familiar and sad, like, this is nothing new to me

Jobs are always fleeting degrading our sense of worth

Our schools so deplorable it’s education that hurts

Drugs on the streets, but don’t own a poppy field

The youth are packing heat for safety, can we be real

Red Lining, White Flight, Welfare, Ghettos

Out-sourcing, Globalization, yup and there goes

The neighborhood, with the manufacturing work

To other countries, into prisons, where they’re getting paid dirt

150 years from slavery, but ain’t much changed

Time to claim the economic means and shatter these chains

Hip Hop, the voice of the oppressed and the poor

So, I’m wit LL Cool J, “It’s time for war!”

 

My roots are reaching Black

to Tupac and Biggie Smalls, to Jay z and Goodie Mob

To Lauren Hill and them all

My roots are reaching Black

To Assata, MLK, Malcom x, and James Brown

that’s the tip that I’m on

My roots are reaching Black

to the pride of a nation, and the fight for Liberation

Cuz our history’s bomb

My roots are reaching Black

Through the Hip Hop in my blood, and the music in my soul

Yo! The revolution’s on!

Ignorance Isn’t Bliss

Troublin Horizon, who wants to see it comin
Like, if we don’t perceive them, the problems mount to nothing
Cops killing Brown and Black folx, sending us to prison,
Ignoring is complicit, and it’s giving them permission
to continue on their mission, to break us to submission,
Using legislation, erasing the gains, been made, changing
this racist system, but hate to listen to facts
22 states, have shredded, the Voters’ Rights Act
Slippery and conniving, the laws begin to stack
Like they did in Alabama where first they made a pact
that all voters, had to have a driver’s license
then closed the DMV’s, in the districts, mostly Black
In 20-15, please don’t think I going back
to the days of Assata, Rustin, and Malcom X
Yes, the problem is complex, and it’s really goona mess
With our comforts, and our stress
and we may be bouncing checks
but this racist, capitalist system hates our con-test
So it’s vital, to our survival, to manifest
more than apathetic resistance to their conquest
yet, I must confess, I don’t really know how to beat them.
 
I remember a time, when I thought ignorance was bliss
A time when I thought staying out of it, was best
I thought I could avoid some of the pitfalls ahead
If I just kept my head down, and stayed focused on my tasks
But then I got stopped, for driving while black
And I was beaten, by two cops, nearly to death
My brother received a double-maximum sentence
And he was suffering from a horrendous addiction to meth
And many of the friends I had while I was growing up
Were behind bars and had children they couldn’t caress
My mother’d gone to college and learned a machine press
But couldn’t get hired in the field and she was the top of her class
When I tried to get a job having a high school diploma
a degree from Job Corps and some college enrollment
I found the pavement a cold, desolate place of solace
cuz the places I put in applications never called back
Yeah, there was a time when I thought ignorance was bliss
but that was before, I came to see, the interconnectedness
of all our distresses, and the link between capitalism
and the racist ideology that oppressed us.
 
Ignorance, isn’t bliss
nothing missed
will ever get fixed, while it’s in that abyss,
just permissed to exist
expand to the cliffs
precipitate rifts, till we’re lost in the mist, of defeat
no retreat, from the streets
where apathy meets, tunnel vision, something eats
all ambition seeks, halted-incomplete
justify the streak, wit,
“It don’t affect me”
Lies in the cheeks
chippin at the teeth
Knockin out the truth till it’s bleedin at my feet
cuz I didn’t wanna see, and I, wouldn’t believe
That, I had the power and compulsion to achieve, relief
from the system,
and its mission, imposition of conditions, beat resistance to submission
in collision with how I perceive, myself
and the position of my wealth, of heart
I have, a part to play
cuz the problems, don’t fade
and they, don’t go away
they don’t trail off, and become better days
like rays of sunlight, cuz they never see the light of day.

All Lives (((Don’t))) Matter

Should of seen it comin

&, Hit the ground runnin

in the, opposite direction

Cuz my, life was meaning nothing

To the cops, with the guns in hand

Pop Pop Pop Pop

there we go again

Got another badge of honor

Running cross his shoulder man

But Why it gotta be

Life is valued less than

nonliving property

Things that don’t walk

Things that won’t talk

Things with no soul

Things without heart

Object, by, every sense, of the word

Got more, worth, than a life, that’s absurd!

But, How else, could they, own a human being

Unless, they were, to reduce them to a thing

Sell it, trade it, mate it, complicate it, debated

the price at which it was stated, couldn’t escape, it

was slated as racist, lyin to faces

said if places was traded, justice be weighted

but the coldest shit that I ever did see

Was to make us think that they ended slavery

But have you ever read amendment 13/

When they made an exception

hope you’re peepin the lesson

the Crime clause a justification

to move & arrest’em

to conceal in punishment,

enslavement, investment

Profit from leasing convicts

to mines and plantations

the spine of this nation

Black Belt, Southern tribulations/

Fat Cats, with Fat Pockets

Getting Richer than George Wallace

On, Jim Crow and Politics

While Booker T, was like just take it, we’ll make it

Du Bois, was like fuck these haters

& face hidin KKK’ers, get educated

& Take the ballot box before they encase it/

Cuz Section 2, of the 14th Amendment Stated

and gave basis for felony disenfranchisement

Which was a slap to the faces of the newly liberated/

So this whack ass system, yo, they couldn’t change it

cuz they couldn’t vote to replace it

Black Codes, were the new modes, of enslavement/

Vagrant to chain gangs workin the pavement/

Repayin a debt to society that was never lent; shady

in the first place

Black Wall Street, the first Case/

Tulsa, Oklahoma a metropolis that rivaled New York’s monopolist

With Black Teachers, lawyers, Doctors

Separated from white culture, was obvious

that integration anomalous, like the Battle of Salamis

not analogous to the Freedom Riders in 1961/

Peep game Son of the Sun, Anubis, Akhenaton

Timbuktu, Cairo, Addis Ababa , Abyssinian

Zulu, who knew,

that the negative language in the 15th Amendment

could and would be used for legal lynching and social estrangement

like fuck the arraignment,

went from there’s a tree, “let’s hang’em”

Billy Holiday’s “Strange Fruit” to ghetto assassination

state sanctioned, for those who escaped the New Jim Crow

and prison slave labor

Yo, for real though,

these crooked ass cops ain’t nothing but modern day: SLAVE CATCHERS

You know the Fugitive Slave Clause in the U.S. Constitution

Article IV: Section 2

“No person held to service or labor in one state, under the laws thereof, escaping into another, shall, in consequence of any law or regulation therein, be discharged from such service or labor, but shall be delivered up on claim of the party to whom such service or labor may be due.”

Is still in force and on paper

And you cannot even begin to debate it,

that the 3/5 clause in Article I: Section 2 has been erased

when prisoners who cannot vote are still being counted as voters in the states they are caged in

regardless, of whether or not, that was the state from which they originated

so that Congress can have more seats in office

What I am saying is that I should have turned away

because Black Lives, in this nation, with these rules, and these ideological traces

Are valued not on the basis of being human beings

but on the sweat our labor displaces

And if and when we are not consigned to enslavement, our value they attempt to debase it

and that is why cops get away with, emptying cases in our hide on a damn near daily basis

this system is racist

This is Something We Do Together or It Doesn’t Get Done

What we do, we do together

If one person wins a battle, then they win it, but only for themselves

But if a person claims that they have won a battle by themselves, then they are mistaken

Because they have forgotten all that have gone before them

And all who have stood beside them

And all those who will come after

We are not after another individualistic ideology

The likes of which has turned us against our own families

Put us into competition with our Friends

Set us at odds with our neighbors

Severed the ties we have to our heritage

Destroyed our relationship with the earth

and indoctrinates us to seek only the betterment of ourselves

The harms that we have risen up against

Reach deep into the fibers of our beings

Is woven through the very fabric of our society

Through Police Brutality, and Mass Incarceration

Red Lining and Bank Foreclosures

Economic Sanctions, Mandatory Minimum Sentencing Laws

Zero Tolerance in Schools, dilapidated buildings

The Denial of Financial Aid, Public Food Assistance, Medical and Mental Health Services

The School to Prison Pipeline

Outsourcing, GMO non-labeling, CEO Corporate Spending and Bailouts

That reward White Collar Crime and permit shots fired into the backs

of young blacks who are suspected of stealing a couple bottles of beer in the capital of WA State

It’s a sick state of affairs when property has more value than a person’s life

When society teaches us that we live in a vacuum

that by our bootstraps are the only we can pull ourselves out of this pit of bitter morass

We have somehow worked ourselves into

Like we chose the neighborhoods to which we were born into

We are taught that it is only by our own doing, that no one will help, that we do not deserve any one’s help and that if we can’t it is because we are lazy, dumb, genetically inferior to

and Essentially that we are all alone

When in reality, we can do nothing alone

We would not even be able to utter the word alone had someone not taught it to us

We would not know the first thing about commerce or morality if someone had not taught it to us

There would be no society, social advocacy, civilization or cities if we did things alone

We are neither impacted alone, nor will we win alone

Groups are marginalized because of their affiliation with that group

Stop & Frisk targeted people of color disproportionately

not because of their individual identities but rather because of the color of their skin

People only throw out the claim of individuality when it suits their purposes to do so

That is genocidal in nature and by its very definition

America has just been afraid to acknowledge that fact since William James Patterson wrote We Charge Genocide with the help of the Congress of Racial Equality and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People in 1951

Read that document and you will swear to god that you were reading a news article from last weekend

Emmitt Till all over again, Sandra Bland Rekia Boyd, Tamir Rice, Trevon Martin vigilante violence and the Charleston 9, burning churches, the KKK is making a re-emergence

all to target you and us, the we because they do not see us as individuals

And anytime we run out to challenge the system of racism and white supremacy alone

they kill the one, Malcom X, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi

But every time we have stood together, and not allowed their terrorism to deter us,

Not allow their prison time, or their economic sanctions, or their political threats

of stripping people off their food assistance like the politician in Baltimore when they rose up in unison against the horrific murder of Freddy Gray

our people have achieved our victories in the struggle for justice

and it is upon their shoulders that we stand today

it is because of their efforts, their sacrifices, and investments into their futures, our presents

that we can stand here today, congregated for the cause of justice and peace

Not that negative peace, wherein we continue to permit injustices and violence

But within the positive peace of tension challenging the system on all fronts together

At times this will put demands on our time, and upon our patients

At others it will only require that we do not turn a blind eye to injustice

That we speak out, or stand on the street with our cameras out to make sure that the police are doing their damned jobs right

Sometimes it means that we will need to invest in the people and the organizations out here doing the work

But no matter what, we do this together, we do this for our people, we do this for the cause of justice

for the love of peace, for an end to war, and hatred and the violence against our people

And the world we seek to create, is not one of individuality, but rather one of community

which respects the beauty of the individuality of each and every single one of us

Treasures each in our own rights

But part of something much greater in the cycle of life

Because none of came into this world alone and of our own volition

We owe it to the rest of us to maintain our community, and to fight for what is right

!!!Black Lives Matter!!!

We will make this call reverberate throughout every institution and gathering place in America until there is no option but for it to become a reality

We Will Have Our Victory

Answering the call of war we ran into the streets

Blood had spilled, the cops had killed, revenge was looking sweet

Didn’t matter who you were, or what neighborhood you from

All that mattered, was that, with this system, you were done!

The horns and the drums, fire poundin in our hearts

Raging through our veins, was an anger off the charts

Black, White, Asian, Native, Mexican, we all

Knew this racist, white supremist system had to fall

Downtown to Westlake, where all of us converged

Hands Up! Don’t Shoot! Was the war-cry that emerged

As we took over the streets, people steady flooding in

Bringing traffic to a halt, the movement had began

A fight for Human Rights, for Dignity and Life

A fight for Respect, Liberty the Right

To go to the store and to make it home alive

Cuz it’s nearly, impossible, to be Black, and to survive

The gauntlet of the school system not going to jail

a prisoner, a slave, told we can do naught but to fail

While a system of laws, written to, protect, us all

We wanted to know that cops were not above the law

Due Process, that precious 5th Amendment clause

They are neither judge nor jury, but they’re acting without pause

And while none of this is new to a people who’ve seen the worst

Daren Wilson’s, non-indictment, is what pushed us to subverse!

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

Marching through the streets, was simply not enough

Police came gassed up, turtle suits, and billy clubs

Seattle Mayor Murray, Chief O’Toole, and Bruce Harrell,

Our supposed ‘Civil Rights, City Hall Official’ failed

To recognize and respect, our Right, to assemble

To petition our government, for grievances, rendered

And instead authorized paramilitary troops

To stifle Free Speech, and Suppress the People whose

Intent was to acquire equal unbiased treatment

Guaranteed, in the 14th, Amendment achievement

In 1868, and over a hundred years later

Still waiting, hence my reason for being an Agitator

The people grew complacent, felt comfort in their ignorance

So, there was nothing left but Civil Disobedience

They disregarded us at city hall and public meetings

Labeled hooligans thugs, with anarchist leanings

Negotiation failed, and out gunned and out strategized

We recognized, to mobilize, we had to organize ourselves

If we meant to win against a system generations fixed

& that, is why, we created OA206

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

We hit the streets, we had to, people were dying

All were upset, the government was conspiring

State Sanctioned Violence, was claiming our people’s lives

Impunity ubiquitous, getting off left and right

Martin, Brown, Garner, Rice, and Boyd

Their killers walked free, everyone was annoyed

Darren Wilson made half a mil with network ABC

Adding insult to injury, we just couldn’t believe

Being Black, was not, a precondition, for anger

But in the protracted struggle, color became a hang-up

First there was a split between the Brown and the White

Which, made perfect sense given the White Supremist plight

Then Black only spaces formed, to lead the struggle

Cuz One, should, rumble for their freedom, un-muzzled

But to deny, the vital intellect and the skills

Of a person, based on race, is a practice that kills

Black people suffering from internalized oppression

A festering pestilence, ushered death from within

& From the depths of deception, character assassination

Followed the path of this nation, down to the heart of black hatred;

This is where O.A. Split, and though, now it is clear

that the spiritual harms we came with left us unprepared

to truly unify against this Totalitarian Regime

We’re healing wounds and righting wrongs, that go back centuries

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

We will have struggle

Won’t be defeated

We will have justice

Won’t be defeated

We will have freedom

Won’t be defeated

Working Together we will have our Victory

The One That You Love

What began as a crush, became a love, deeper than the heavens above

Still leaves me in awe, when thinkin on, how we’d got begun

One of the cutest couples, ruffles, under my shirt, goose bumps and cuddles

A movie pictured paradise, every moment wrapped in doubles

Replayin in my brain, cuz I couldn’t believe what I was seeing

Couldn’t believe my feelings being, right through the ceiling, stolen -freeing

Supposed to be, hittin books, not catchin looks, or sneaking peeks, and playing crooks

Had, grades to get, and papers due, no time for nooks

But couldn’t really escape, the fate, the gates of my heart were bound to break

And they crumbled under ya touch, impatiently, longing, to no longer wait

So late one night, studied right, up to the closing time

On that cafe grind, stretchin our minds, around science and primes

Till it was time to go, but oh no, neither one of us wanted home

And by a stroke of luck, we tucked in a cove, along the way that we drove

When, all the crushing, secret loving, and emotions never spoke

Came to the surface, and into focus, then, into my heart you dove

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

What caught my eye, and drove me wild, running my mind, a million miles

Filling my thoughts, with the warmest smiles, till nothing else was worth my whiles

Was the way you stood so confidant, powerful and competent

Unstoppable, intelligent, embodiment of accomplishment,

With a will to speak, to fight for the weak, not so meek just turning cheeks

But humble and vulnerable, even only just with me

Which let me know, I meant something, to you, and for me that was everything

Enough to shatter my ego walls of isolating tyranny

& The way you challenged the social norms, of what it meant to be woman

And how a man was to interact, to respect her fluid movement

With the grace enough, to let me falter, and alter my conclusions

To help me grow, to a man, who is, willing to shed confusions

Igniting my desires, reciprocating fires of passions, alive

Pregnant with our hopes and dreams, of what our lives, could be like

A world I never thought possible came into light

And MyLove, that’s how your wonderful aura filled my eyes

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

Nothing, worthwhile comes easy, and love, is no exception

The same qualities I love, give rise, to insurrection

Confidant, powerful, dominant and strong

Qualities I’d never sacrifice no matter what went wrong

But those too are characteristics that I also possess

And I’m sure like for me, they’re what brought you to my caress

And now after two and a half years they have placed us under duress

Polarized us, and put our meridians to the test

A test of might, a test of will, a test of skill in argument

That questions all we’ve ever loved, and it seems that there’s no resolving it

Because in love there’s compromise, there’s truth within the lies

There’s things we seek to hide, and there’s things we try to find

Like the glint in our partner’s eyes when they walk into the room

Just want to know that they’re ok, because that is what we do

But life, is so hard, and fast, taxing upon the best we have

That it becomes easy to forget we’ve shared the best times we’ve ever had

Yet in your eyes and in your words I feel your want to work together

I feel the same grace I’ve always felt since we’ve known each other

I feel the same, mine comes with shame because I’ve hurt my lover

Lost hold of what you meant to me, meaning I had to rediscover

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

Never forget the meaning of,

The heart and the soul of the one that you love

Times will come that push and shove

Beggin the question enough is enough

But, never forget the meaning of

The heart and the soul of the one that you love,

one that you love, one that you love, one that you love

The Struggle Within

Setting out for justice, challenged at every turn
Only been centuries, I’d hoped, that we’d learned
But we still hate each other, just, want the world to burn
like here is your mother, cremated in an urn
Created in a flash can never be replicated
but the human intellect, selective and sedated
The individual over-weighted,
slated to be evaluated,
personal gain delineated
Look at the ones who finally made it
Sellin out they people to fatten they pockets lint
think they gettin somthin, but they souls have been spent
forgotten who they are, and what the movement meant
So, it is no wonder, that we’ve barely made a dent

Liberation from these chains, those were the calls that rang
Up and Down the streets, of a country so deranged
Estranged from its people, Hatred spewing from its steeples
Addicted to the havoc, like, the poison in a needle
Fear to be without, Hunger causes doubt
Will change what we’re about, till we purge the poison out
Taught to stand alone, we have to make our own
Buildin Brick by Brick, until, we can call it home
But, these are the chains that bind us
The gears, of the machine that grinds us
denies us the vital relations
Marx called it alienation, I call it constipation
Yet, Either way, it is the clot, that clogs the heart of our nation

So we stand at odds, casting lots and throwing rocks
Killing those who stand beside us, fearing plots
Co-Intel insidious, but something much more hideous
the pity is, we are worse than cops
Because our skin grants us in
we think an ally, even friend
But programmed by the system
opponent where it ends
We think of us, we think of me
We think of all our family needs
We think of all the harm been done
We think of all the treacherous deeds
And we come again to see
that beyond all the rhetoric
Alone is how we came, and alone is how we’ll leave
Till it shatters the meridians
And fills our hearts with greed
We assassinate and take, cuz we failed to believe
In us.

They Want Us Alone. They Want Us Divided. But We Stand United!

Alone; is how they want us;

“They” being the corporate interests, the big bankers, the financial stake holders and politicians who are profiting from our suffering and struggles

“They” being the ones who continuously make false promises to get us to leave the premises when we are advocating for our rights, hiding behind proto and para military units, and yet they claim to be on our side, but won’t even take the time to shake our hands and look us in our eyes when we have grievances

“They” being the ones who attempt to turn us against one another, dangling cheap carrots in front of us because they believe we are so hungry that we will bite the hands that actually feed us, and not the ones that feed us just enough to keep us alive enough to slave away while they are living like fats-cats, getting rich off our demise

“They” being the ones who mandate unrealistic quotas and punish us for not being able to complete them on their time-tables, on their schedules, constricting our work forces, doubling our work-loads, skimping our benefits, depleting our retirement funds, exhausting our world

“They” being the ones who only know as much about us as the number they reference on their accounting sheets, before submitting profit & loss statements to their corporate headquarters in some other state or country, so far away that I bet most of us have never even met “they”

And it begs the question; how could they ever know much more, or even care for, any of us if they do not know how we live, where we return home to at night, how hard we actually work for them, or even something as simple as our names?

Yeah, “they” are the ones who want us; ALONE

They want us alone because they believe we are easier targets, easier to manipulate, easier to pressure and to coerce into questionable and fragile positions from which we have no alternative but to consent to inequitable conditions and treatments

They want us alone because it is easier to deny promises made, harms done and stratified wage rates that often run the lines of gender and race;

Women are earning 75 cents to every man’s Dollar in this grand country of ours, the glass ceiling is a carrot revealing future that is impossible to reach, tantalizing leeches, exasperating and crushing the dreams of even the best of our sisters and brothers, believe this

Because when they have us alone, backed into a corner with all their college educated professional coercers, “they” will have us believing it is our fault that we did not get that raise or that promotion we had worked so long and so hard for

And when one of our brothers and sisters ingests this type of rhetoric, there is no medicine that will offset the grief and dissatisfaction with our selves that is set in, it latches itself to our bones and erodes our hopes, crumbling our dreams before us like castles built in the sand before the rain comes to wash them away

Migrants and Minorities get stuck on the sticky floors that deny almost all upward social mobility; start as a janitor, die as a janitor… And there is nothing inferior about being a custodial worker, it is a very estimable position and vitally necessary to the function of any and every institution; so, it is not a humbling decision for a person to choose to be a career custodian, so long as it is their choice to make.

However, that is not how the Sticky Floor works.

People are barred access to occupations other than entry level positions because of some numerical calculations the bean pushers reckon to be a safe and acceptable risk factor of investment; taking into account a person’s historical record and often times criminal or documented status as a citizen; which supersedes that  person’s choice for meritous recognition

That means they are not being judged by the contents of their characters, but rather by the covers of their books and this is why they want us alone, because only when we stand alone can they act with the impunity requisite to humiliate our people in this manner

They want us alone because when the whim comes to downsize and layoff hard-working and devoted employees who have invested our entire lives into a company comes about, there is no collective bargaining, there is no unity among the people to stand against the usurpations, humiliations and destructiveness of the decisions of the few over the many; and there is no one to hold them accountable to their word

But it is our sweat, our blood, our tears that went into those foundations, into those products being sold on the shelves, flying in those air planes, that kept those patients safe and comfortable while they were in our hospitals, and kept our buildings clean and healthy; We have invested far more collectively, even when they want us alone, than they ever could have because these are our communities and we have more claim and right to them than anyone does

Which brings us to both the beauty and the reality; we are not alone! We stand together! We Work Together! We Sustain our Communities Together! And what affects one of us, affects us all!

And we all know what happens when a people united stand against an oppressive regime, that regime resorts to political and character assassinations, reduced wages, pink slips, and threats of eliminations.

An when that does not work, they resort to cages and State Sanctioned Violence against the people they have had locked in enslavement because they believe they are the ones who own our communities, as if to say they are the ones who have invest blood, sweat and tears to raising and protecting our children

They are not riots, but rebellions! May Day and the Hay Market Bombing during the formative years of the Unions was an uprising in response to a continuous cycle of usurpations and degradations; But they are so quick to label Baltimore and Ferguson as riotous behavior as an attempt to discredit the very real concerns that reach back generations through out-sourcing, red-lining, Jim Crow, and slavery;

The rise of the prison industrial complex, and the militarization of the police institution designed to keep the people in so-called ‘order’ which is just another code word for enslavement; behave and don’t make waves or your and all your people will either be dead or locked in cages

And yet, even though they control the military and have for centuries, each generation and throughout the planet the people have continued to rise up and to stand together against their oppressors, it’s amazing!

What that tells me, is that even with all of their tactics, all their power and money and propaganda they cannot stop us so long as we do not stand alone, but stand together and that is why they breed dissention, create stratification and promote the relegation of particular groups of people; because “they” want us to be and to feel alone.

United We Stand! United We Win!