i want to send out so much love to everyone raging in the streets. all the peaceful marchers. all the freedom twerkers. all the black mothers holding grief like grocery bags. all the people who’ve lost people. all the cops genuflecting. all the allies. all the allies-in-training. all the clueless bros just out there because it’s what your bumble date suggested y’all do. all the consultants who woke up early and begrudgingly ripped up old shirts and wrote BLM on pizza boxes and biked to prospect park to yell. all the IG warriors. all my family texting me, like
you need to keep yo ass home, COVID ain’t no joke.
all the looters.
this is what it looks like when langston’s dream explodes. this is where my cynicism goes to blow off steam.
the fucking CYNICISM. what double-consciousness sounds like when it screams.
all the looters.
i want the george washington FUCK YOU moral-benefit-of-the-doubt. i want the countrymen-killing confederate general special dispensation. i want the shoot-up-a-church-stop-at-burger-king presumption of innocence. why do they get to be the complex ones? the ones whose “stories were actually quite complicated”?
nah, fuck that. imma play this at our looters pregame. loud AF. we’ll turn it down when we get the boston tea party treatment from the history books.
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-ciggy
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
hang on to your rosary beads
close your eyes to watch me die
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
god, but did you ever try
to turn your sick soul inside out
so that the world, so that the world
can watch you die-gil scott-heron