You subject me to the norms that stem from your fears, your ignorance shrouds you from the generational trauma endured by the BIPOC community, you continue to suffocate and silence the masses, it is the color of your skin that reigns supreme, however the same heart beats within us all, a tantric hymn fighting for recognition, so the world rises to have their voices heard, to end the norms that are wrongfully placed upon marginalized communities, for we will be heard, it is well deserved.
Ode to the voices that have been silenced in pursuit of inclusion, recognition, and equitable treatment.
Two Multiply Four Multiply Eight Faces, voices, actions Feeling is fact Fact is fiction Truth is myth Myth is truth Divide Gray is choice Choice is opinion Divide Black is nothing White is everything We are lost We.Are.Lost
Let’s think of the sunk cost fallacy whereby the sweat, tears and cash you’ve ****** into your endeavours means you never let go of your burning ambition so you beg borrow steal to stave off the immutable truth that you’re wrong
Then let’s think that instead of a business or crazy high jinks you invested in the sense that some humans outrank others at birth and hidden behind the privilege of that thought you ignored what was often in front of your face or at your work place or fatally jogging through your neighbourhood til it shone straight in your eyes
and your beg steal borrowing does nothing because lies and filthy ideologies can’t stand the light of day so grasp as you will at the pictures and voices of shills who defend the grotesque and try to mess up a people, a nation, with fat cat, fat handed, fat tongued oppression your fingers *****, but empty
it’s ok to be wrong
it’s ok to draw lines under ugly pasts so futures can be brighter, you can apologise, learn and make right
Feels like the same fallacy affecting all our woes