PTS(muthafuckin)D

Loud noises will have me ducking and looking back like i had money on my head. 

If it’s right behind my house, for a second in my sleep, my first conscious thought is, “you’re dead” , accept the pain that follows next. 

today we gave away 200 Christmas trees in the Bayview, in nonstop rain, thanks to D. Brown and the coalition he built around his networks.

Although we were in the Bayview, our brown and black faces were still the minority, compared to the other workers and volunteers.

nothing was culturally appropriate about the party  festivities.

and although we were in our own backyard, their dominance overshadowed our beauty. 

the way they decorated was as unseasoned as they are in everything they do. 

and Here i am again in my critical thoughts, alas finding gratitude for the pain. 

THEY in everything they have to offer is like UNSEASONED CHICKEN.  

They have no reason to be creative, to be imaginative, to think outside of the box and create beauty with things that were not a part of the plan. 

they have no reason to think and be conditioned in these ways because they never had to. They are tragically privileged. 

and then there is US, making SOMETHING out of NOTHING. Making BEAUTY and MAGIC out of tragedy.

and it made me smile knowing, that our pain brings this world BEAUTY and CULTURE. 

imagine if They did really run this world. Everything would be unseasoned. The entire world would be luke warm. 

even though their unconscious privilege pisses me off til kingdom come... 

i gta say, the way they look down on us, and profit off of our culture, prompt the rising beauty we become.  

and i guess that’s the beautiful tragedy of life of form, knowing beauty within duality.