If each one is unique,
      Then why
      Are they catagorized?
      Unique.
      Just like everyone else.

Catagorized by the invisable
who are they?
whether they rush or saunter past the living
whether they rest to observe the emptyness of the dead
its theirs to remember
its theirs to forget
who are they?
is their a man in charge of them?
if so... a speck
not really an exsistence
for whom no one should fear... but chuckle
dare to discribe their panoramics of nothingness
for exsistence is microscopic in its vastness
so... who are they?
the invisable
the observers
the remembered
the forgotten...


search within

Society thrives when we're catagorized
Under numbers and statistics, stripping us
Of our humanity so as not to grow attached...
We'll, I've got some news for you-
I don't care about the numbers,
Those statistics? Go ahead and shred them,
I don't care how the "system" runs,
You and I, our humanity, it's far to precious
To be stripped away, cling to it with those sharp
Claws of yours Mr. Demon, and I'll do the same,
Together we'll strip off those stupid numbers
And become one with each other.

my message is not as easily dismissed
Minimized and catagorized
Like the stereo type of black profanity
Black music rap hip hop
I refuse to be isolated and sent off to the prison
Of white elitism trickled down into poor white persons
Pure White Island boasting made up origins
Aristocratic dream
Having only an absolute ending
My words come from light skin
The honors class war on insides of white institution
My words come from within the confines
The razor wire fences of whiteness
beyond premeditated
Pre-infiltrated always looking for the harshest
Most efficient
Most direct ways to declare
Unflinchingly whipped and slaughtered and *****
in any order
domesticated international doom
I find myself constantly surprised
By the reserve and compassion of criticizing whiteness
Even in weapon yielding
Terrorism
Mild and peaceful by comparison
Black think tanks beyond slave based Ivy League colleges
Centralized Africa dissolving the black made white efficient
To sustain slavery
Or the after effects genocide on bravery
those depths of imperialism
where outsourcing of labor massacres
Starves and destroys humanity
All of the sudden
With enough funding to make whiteness
By design
language history engineering sociology philosophy business
To make American whiteness the underdog
Not enslaved like blackness has been
Not the priority without its historical purity
Not the reason for existence
Or the beneficiary of human harvest
Malevolent adventure story that captured
The imagination and focus of leisure
Taking advantage of poor light skinned ethnicities
white American Feminist
in a sweatshop with women making her clothing

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.
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Are not your eyes set on the truth

Or do they seek out the illusions
made up from the images of your youth

Have you catagorized the abstract from practical truth

Or elevated your opinions
to be the irreversible truth ?

Where is the lamp that Diogenes bequeathed to you ?

Do you now stumble over the light ,
over false accusations with fingers pointing at you ?

Are they not false prophets
full of wind ?

Whose breath blows out the candles of tomorow
leaving the shadows to strut within ?

Turn the words to fire and let them consume the wooden thoughts

From the dust to the ashes

Salt poured on the lashes

Burn the truth to create

light for the righteous