I'm not shocked.
I'm not surprised
Not in the world of racism.

We need it.
God created it.
When he created humans.
Who spreads it?

Through mistruth we adapt and adjust to it.
Some of us believes by it.
While others just don't buy it.
Not in the world of racism.

Through cultures we still to rumors.
Plus, those with wealth we feel they are no help.
When many uses those without to clean theirs houses.

Than many of us simple misinformed.
If you think racism doesn't harm everyone..

They used to call me the shoe less poet, because even though my mind was never quite in one place, my thoughts always knew where to fall, and I walked with a steady pace. When I called someone’s bluff they didn’t stuff around and after all was said and done. She had come undone and I was the only one there to listen, so with burdened hearts and heavy lids, she bid me welcome into her bed. I kissed her ripped skin raw, and she saw just how gentle another human being could be but she didn’t see how I could possibly respect her if she said no, because a certain time ago a wolf in hot boys clothing had stolen into her heart, but not before ripping her apart.
He had said, consent is ****.
She was 17 with her heart in her chest and just trying to do her best with the subject of objectification and recommendations from her friends to go for it, when he rounded the corner and saw her and saw that what she was was beautiful.
only two points pretty and three points potential love partner, he’s heard stories of what she’s done and how with a certain touch she comes undone, she came undone under his thumb and now the thing is he doesn’t even know what he’s done, but instead he’s said.
Consent, is ****.
So get on your knees, she doesn’t need another reason to heed her mothers warnings that boys will be boys who will beg and plead and lie, but she’s still trying to come terms with idea that she might actually be worth a second glance, another chance, a single dance. He was never supposed to be anything more than a single pleasure, but he put pressure on her bleeding parts and now part of her feels inclined to decide to let him lie down beside her and hide from the monsters inside.
He said. Consent is ****.
Like her ***** is a wave he can ride until the tide of her mind comes to terms with the lies he’s presented her with. ****, like maybe if you stopped to check, when her thighs opened it was because of his vice grip, when his lips met with hers it wasn’t with love, but lust and he must have been drunk because surely a sober man would know better than to force a 17 year old girl to hurl as he shoved himself inside her, hiding his guilt with the lilt and the tilt of his head and his killer line, “consent is ****.” Baby, it might be, baby it can’t be. Because she’s trying to say no but it’s hard to mutter words when his face is curled into every positive memory about this place, when she has to drink her weight in *** to over come the memories of a misshapen youth, you can bet shes begun to become undone, but it’s not in the right light, her brown hair doesn’t shine in the same way that she has in past and the last thing on her mind was the way you grasped her behind and told her that.
Consent is ****.
Like, maybe if she just said yes she could stop bleeding better yet, make a bet that basically says that she’s useless without his hand to help her stand, perhaps if she just said yes and moaned a little louder it would block out the bleeding passage of herself that is begging and pleading and trying to lead herself to show her true colors, which is red. The shade of shame spread on her bed spread. So when I kiss her wounds and slowly wound her around my wrists, I have to take things slow so that I can’t hurt her and puncture her soul because she’s been mangled tangled around lies and this mistruth that was presented to her when you said.
“Consent. Is. ****.”

Sedition is not just patina-ed oil paintings
mobs not just lithographs
treason not mere fading daguerreotypes

Sedition is chat rooms and airwaves of mistruth and its taintin-gs
mobs are our friends and neighbors turned bands of riff-raffs
treason, the weaponization of dog whistles and stereotypes

Sedition is here now
mobs are the so-called militia of the present
treason is happening now

It will be one for history books now
be present and accounted for
be the United States of America, treading down snakes

A lie is an intentional mistruth.
It's when you deliberately try to get someone
to believe something you know isn't true.

A mistake is unintentional.
It's when you ***** up,
and usually,
you end up hurting someone
even though you never meant to.

It's when you let people push you
to do or say things you aren't ready to.

It's when you're still learning what it means
to dream, to live, to love,
when you try so insanely hard
to put it all behind you,
but you can't because people won't let you
forget the mistakes you made.

Just remind yourself that all people make mistakes,
and your mistakes don't define you.

******* up doesn't make you a liar.
It makes you human.

So offended.
No one should ever be.
But I'm finding out folks gets offended over the little things.

So disgusted.
You should never be.
Remember as kids about sticks and stones.
Well, as adults.
We find that saying is completely wrong.

When we should be think skinned.
We find out people end friendships very quickly.
Even on a rumor of mistruth.
Whatever happen to the word proof?

So offended.
So disgusted.
So upset.
To find out things aren't explained they way they were said.
I give up.

i feel buried
under the weight of all the secrets
people trust me with
and all the ones i make myself
every lie digging my hole
deeper and deeper into the ground
i'm tangled in my web of deceit
trapped in my hole
the secrets and angry words
come crashing down
and cover me completely
until my hole is full of lies
and i am at the bottom
and all the mistruth's became my casket
and all the secrets became my grave.

*i.c.d

It's no fun.
Tellin' you I told you so.
Just to prove I  knew more.
When in truth.
I was just hopin' to be right.

We all have faced this person in life.
We make mistakes.
And error of judgment.
Just to face the advice expert with that phase.
I told you so.

But when you look directly at them.
They are the ones needing assistance.

What would life be like?
If we was completely perfect.
Just figure the pressure you would be under.
It's similar to a Queen.
Or do you know what I mean?

Just playing a part of an image.
Just to represent.
While others goes looking for evidence.
Then states.
I told you so.
Then that perfect image is gone.

It's like being a ******.
Where folks figure you're lying.
Because they rush into their first time.
Once exposed-you know what's coming?
Yes.
I told you so.

Similar to being a politician.
Once spotlighted with mistruth.
You know the tag coming toward you.

It's better being a minister.
We let the worst get off with plenty.

you said you could see into my mind
as you stared into my deadened eyes
you said I would die alone and cold
but now I can see these were all lies

you chided the child I truly was
molded me into your little prize
broke me until I hid from the world
but now I do know these were all lies

you split me from my sister as you
put her down as though she were a vice
made me base my self worth on her pain
but now I can feel these were all lies

you told me my body was your own
as you grabbed my *** amidst my cries
that I was crazy for saying stop
but now I am sure these were all lies

you said you were the most honest one
within your words no mistruth could hide
your recall of my life was perfect
even then I thought these were all lies

Love is a merely a fable of fairy tales
A simple mistruth that propels our wishful sails
We invest ourselves in this lie
To convince us that we won't be alone when we die
We think of love as some heavily bliss
Something to be cherished and missed
But it is just a tale to keep us warm at night
It's better to give up now than loose an unwinnable fight.

Whilst you were faithful
The sky stayed blue
The sun shone orange
And the moon stood bland
Then she lied
And lived under covers
Relishing every mistruth she uttered
Reliving every moment she deceived you
But it was a shame
Because you could have walked barefoot
Across the glass shards of her previous embittered pasts
You were willing to live beneath the light
For her.
But human beings hate having to owe anyone
And they hate having to live confined lives
And so she threw it all in the bin
And opted for a life in-between the sheets
Then things fell apart
And suddenly, she realized that the regret she felt was not of the things in the past
But rather, of the future passed
Of the things that could have been
And not those that had not been.

People fear her.
One reason, she's a woman.
They cry foul about her political contribution.

They level lies and mistruth about her.
Why?
Cause she's Hillary J. Smart.

A woman of common sense.
Not the first woman to face attacks.
Especially from insecure men not sure of themselves.

Instead of concentrating on her brilliance.
They attacking her husband.
A man of honor and personal mistakes.

Scriptures advises us those without sin shouldn't cast stones.
If a radar as at the enterance of all churches.
We would all fail.

Women intimidate some men when they hold their own.
Hillary Really Smart does just that.
Which holds truth when you see personal attacks.

A fool, can make an idiot believe anything they say.
Simply by words of manipulation.
Put a twist upon their emotion to think it's right.

Look, who's about to be president?

Then again, we all our idiots.

All he did was play upon a mistruth.
Which we all must accept.
He's not the first fool to be president.

We, see many politicians gets before certain groups and preach many mistruth.
All because it falls under see a fool use a fool rule.

And many buys into statements many don't want to work.
Or taking from the government.
Things said to get a vote makes the voters comes across as a idiotic joke.
Remember, you see what you want to see?

News preach this.
And profess they an honorable squad of reporters.
Then , they see what they wants to see too?

The power that be always slant things to make their claims.
It's a good thing that history exist to question it.

All men are created equal?
Yes, on surface, it sounds great.
But honestly not true.
When many decides hiring practices upon race.

Attend your bank.
Attend your store.
Look around your business and it tells you so much more.

Oh, we use many feel, they are entitled to entitlements.
Then, when researched and notice honest truth.
You become aware of when entitlement begin.

Some were educated in shacks.
While the same money was motivated a different direction to upgrade their school.

Tricks, you still see in use by those same political crew.
And if honest about life.
Prison tells a whole different story when you notice those inmates.

Businessmen that got over on clients.
Might be an executive, a lawyer and yes even law officials.
Some people serving time from so call good families.
Then, many see what they want to see?

Thank God for our history.

Scriptures points how that the poor should inherit the kingdom of God.
In truth, they make up most congregation.
While the wealthy tries to buy their position .
We know this.
We see this.

Thank God for our history.

Which spotlight Bull Connor and George Wallace legacy.
And tells, the stories of various white flight.

The fear group, they became known.
Cause in truth, many are a aware they still feel uncomfortable.

And you might say, I see what I want to see?
But in society, history support many of these things.