Daydreams Daydreams For I Dream.. of kicking against these Prícks Like the martial art of Kung Fu in Bei-jing or something like Martin Luther the King A Black King An African.. American? Yes You Best believe I am Profess'n All three of these But honestly I could never have been a Slave For my mental State Is sorta like that of Kunta Kinte But ain't no half- steppin' with me For I still have Two feet To place In front of Me And that would be In-du-bi-ta-bly As I Awake Arise and Proceed with no dis- ease or Fear in Me Now Faith-ful-ly just to Lead my People
When I think of black lives matter, I have my own way of seeing it
I am liberated, Though still under ownership of the master class. I am free to think, to express.
My limbs are bound to the path by regulations and expectations. But my eye is free to wander as it pleases, Because I've allowed myself to look beyond the road we walk on. To the left of it, to the right. Tilting my head toward the sun, I see only energy in the form of flames. A sign to me that the tiny bit of energy comprising myself is capable of being much more than what it is in this moment. This is something I needed to know, those walking beside me must be told.
Its our duty as freethinkers to save the enslaved.