We've made it, the 29th of April 2020. Celebrate this day,
remember this day. Know there is history, know you did
great things on this day~~even if it was only getting out of bed.
For writers and readers and people, things could be worse.
Adjusting is hard, it is change, but try to embrace it.
Read some poetry and be confused....love, cb
remember this day. Know there is history, know you did
great things on this day~~even if it was only getting out of bed.
For writers and readers and people, things could be worse.
Adjusting is hard, it is change, but try to embrace it.
Read some poetry and be confused....love, cb
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4/29, four twenty-nine, 429, 4.29….all day, I’ve been looking at the date all day and
trying to figure out
why this date is sticking out.
About 9:39 mountain time, I took a moment and googled the date. As the processes processed
all those one’s 1’s and zero’s 0’s my mind finally remembered.
The Verdict.
Rooodddneeyyy Kiiinnnng, Rodney King!! They would, we would, I would, the whole young black hip hoppin’ community would, yell, scream, throw bricks, and watch shit burn.
4-4-68 a date my Mom could relate to. If she were here. If Dr. King was here. If justice lived here. If April wasn’t so bad. April burns.
Irony of writing this in a milieu, at night, when our psyche patients struggle the most. Trauma. Some say flashbacks, like me flashin’ back to my youth.
Black, still reality; behind the 8 ball, still around; still down but never out, we shout, but never be free. Throw them hands and try to make it 18.
Be blessed to say we be at least 2 times that
Flash-backs, burn, like that whip crack
28 years past that...but where the justice at?
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pandemic,
not as much pandemonium as i’d
imagined.
but who really imagines
a fuckin’ pandemic?
i mean, i guess some slick
hollywood bitches did
and got paid and
shit, but damn
shit’s on cnn
damn
damn
shits on cnn
shit, but damn
and got paid and
hollywood bitches did
i mean, i guess some slick
it’s that pandemic curve
that cnn be quotin
and florida can’t flatten
while california re-opens--
hope it don’t be no
grand-closin’ for second times
get ya’ mask and
wear that shit homie,
i mean
wear! that! bitch!
but what use is screamin’
in a country that keeps
talkin’ bout dreamin’
while one of tv’s most
useless reality stars
took the wheel,
like big wheels with
a cracked front tire
or toddler bikes
with no training wheels
we just feel the fuck off.
learn to deal with your choices
but in the mean-time
try that new country-time
lemonade that so many love so much--
it’s got a splash of bleach!
and comes with a set of PPE,
as yo’ white privilege turns to dust
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off time, almost
done with doin’ the most
but matter improved
or at least effort did
description of deep
lung expansion, crazy hair
scratchin’ neck roll heavy
with that of life
a beautiful wonderful life
clarence the angel ain’t needed
because sometimes dollar signs
don’t stretch in directions
that’s desired, but they stretch
existence is more than economics
(of course~duh)
and living be more than existence
but what is
more than connection?
honest type, pickin’ up where you
left off type
more than textin’ or typin’ in a chat
box
or some bot sendin’ emoji love
plugged in listenin’ love
evaluate this time
though it may be hard
dig deep give thanks for
you are still here
almost done
with the most
but connection occurred
more than concrete walks
time is more than worrying about
that which you have little to no
control over