Wednesday, August 30, 2017

more or less


the route:




me. and Essalie.


Bro. Ali

Because,

One day,

You'll decide to go to the Post Office first...

And see a person that you've probably been speaking to politely for the past year...

And wonder how each of you know each other...

Before he starts to tell you the history of the town...

And his mother whose house stood where we are now; who lived to 117...

And asks if "you know Angela Davis"...

And shows you a 40someoddyearold image of their embrace...

And says that he's been asked by some guys like Dr. Dre to do a history of Compton...

What it was like before it was "Compton".

And bigotry

And violence

And retaliation

And cognitive dissonance...

And you think you hear a choking up...

And references his hat that you noticed before stamped "Buffalo Soldiers"...

And duty...

And you see a desire to part..

And a wiped tear...

And a reluctant shake..made "Brotherly" by your impulse...

And a name given hesitantly...


"Just call me ___"


.


Saturday, August 19, 2017

""Every culture against white! We kill them like they kill us!"

a voice heard on the street in jersey city, nj.
"We are the sum of all the people who have invaded us." - Pentecost

Sunday, August 13, 2017

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