Power to you. Power to me. Power to be free. . . .
Son, it look lak Unca Jim say, “Las’ time I chek I’se de whip— an’ got no time fo’ young Negroz wit all dey Blak Life lip…” He say, “de Bibull speak ob “spoilin’ de chile by sparin’ de rod!” as he read de Riot Ak to whippasnappas ob ‘de Squad…’ “We rescued yo’ po’ asses frum Boss Tweet—de main dangur— lak pullin’ Negroz feet frum fire ob W wit de Drone Rangur!” We gib ‘de lef’ movin’ space wit Ol’ Blak Schmo an’ Ladee Blu— what else can me, Miss Nancy, Cap’n Steny an’ Tio Tomas do? Jim say, . . .
Dear 2020 fuck you for COVID-19. But Because of you people are waking up no longer a dream. A dream of conformity provided by our working distractions, black mirrors and tv screens. People stuck at home on lockdown in quarantine. They have no choice but to bare witness to the realities of a people who demand equality that’s unseen. Hatred and bigotry provoked by this commander in chief. Our lives have been stolen by this demander and thief. If he’ll answer for those crimes next year remains to be seen. Black Lives Matter fightin for change.Fightin for our people still . . .