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Bringing Me Back

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(For Cole)
He was the first white manTo show me his fascinationWas just as real as his hardonBut that both with dissipateWhen he considered a futureWhere his friends and familySaw him linked with Black skin
Instead his racist ass would ratherPromote self as a liberal who caresFor black livesBut I know him and knew himAs a user of a Black girl, me.
So when his hometown in KansasWas accusing a Native I loved like kinI knew them as liars, just like himAnd remembered this dudes storiesOf his own small town’s corruption(And perhaps I kept an eyeon KS just cause fuck yousare one of my many subroutines)And no he didn’t get back to meAt all when I asked him to shareAnd yes, now this fucker is blocked
I’m done keeping anything to myselfIt sucked being 20Black bi intersex womanAnd being relationship rejected and toldI had to keep quiet about touching(Tho in retrospect that sums updecades of my time withthe Democrats don’t it)
Yeah no I don’t forgetNot a thing not a thingIncluding the sizes of small dicksAnd I’m happy truly for anyone’s happinessBut anyone who hurt me that deep(Even once)They never get realhappy wishes from meI keep grudges for life, andI wear petty like a knife
And why shouldn’t weThose who have spent decadesAmong supposed white libsThese men and women who hurtBlack and Native and then marchOnly to say, sorry can you explain it?Let me be clear, any Black Native personwho fucks only with white people isPlaying with their whole life people
Too many whites of this country areMore interested in filling it toThe brim with new people of colorThey can rename fondle and exploitThis is their game and rememberThis ain’t about politicsCause wasn’t it the white guys and moderatesWho was willing to share about a belovedWhile it was a lot of so called “performers”Who suddenly could not be botheredWhen a police BOLO went out?
All of a sudden bunches of thosehardcore radicals scatteredBecause believing white womenAnd light women over Native and Black menWill always be more important to the eliteThose them, those they peopleNot you, who they donate to!
Know your place, they mean to sayWhen they say“I hear there is an investigation”#IPerformSocialJustice is theHashtag I should give themAnd might with how oftenI see them get away with it?Then pop up like hey I’m here!How can I help?Ah, but beforewhen we was searching,you were where?
No, your silence spoke volumes.Nah, your performance was little, and late.And as more and more folks wake upWe realize these white peopleisnt just the ones Fucking it upIt’s Latinx coming at us with colorismIt’s Asian and South Asian, appropriating.
It’s every single one wanting to wear,Skin of those who were killedMutilated raped murdered andViolently used for a thousand yearsPretty simple reason, why too!It makes them feel good.
It feels great for them now to be ownersLook at them now from another countryAnd they too are American colonizers!Look at them getting to be old timeySlave owning white men!Or what else can they meanby building Generational wealthwhen a world of othersgo without foodfrequently facing death?
Choose the AmericaYou wish to see or wish to beI’ll skip the light libs who cut hairAny day because growing up they tookTheir scissors to meand all I had to fight with then was memorySo when they shorn my braids whileCalling me Nigger Jemima BitchI let them locs drop and kept themLittered on that jr high groundSo every day they walked past The hatethey used to cut me from me
And do you know one day?I saw one of the cutters reach downGrab a braid and trash itHe was done remembering what he done to meThis white boy didn’t want to see it anymoreThe braids he ripped bleeding from my headLying now in dirty grasswere a reminder he wanted to skip
They’ll hate the memoryBut it’s a gift we useAgainst them who use power and pressTo harm real humans with less accessAnd not a single publicistNo, they cannot compete,when the spirit speaks!
And so they become irrelevantI liken them, these basic afare like ants to meAt one point crawled on meAnd now back to the voidwhere they belongWhere no one, not even meuses their name, for they matter notThe trick is realizing only we do
It’s been wonderful to be hanging withConservative libertarians and moderatesHaven’t been touched or hurt by anyHaven’t seen a single woman abused in yearsAll because I switched political partiesWhile staying aligned withBlack LGBTQIA, Natives, Moms and Me.
Now I really must transcend American politicosBecause I really don’t believe in any of itI just believe in the peopleThe ones who care for the sons of all humansThe ones who help us bring the lost home.Are you even people if you can’t do that?Are you even human if political divisionstops you from helping kids?
If you care, every summerfor a decade at least has seen theEntire Mediterranean overloaded with migrantsFacing death as they seek helpSafety security and food for their kidsNow that area is round the corner from Gaza
Like Kushner mentioned it’s waterfront propertySo explain to me why all these people who careAren’t already in boats offshorefunneling in supplies,figuring out creative waysto overcome famine?
Or has your world become so brokenYou only believe in online activityAnd performing?I’ll remember I learned to sailIn about an hour of accessing that memoryMy matrix ability is realAnd Imma see how I can actually helpSo get off your bumsAll ya freaking typistsWho only sits behind a computer anyways?
Anyone who performs protestCould actually be helpingBut maybe they don’t know this?Maybe they’ve been taught thatthey only get to scream meme and shoutSo their men can drop bombs on babiesSo their men can kill grannies and festival kids
This gig then isn’t about the leadersIt’s the oldest war there isIt’s time to free all vulnerablePower only go rapeand baby murder like thiswhen power is really scaredAnd really if you go deep,nearly every conflictIs a coverup for the powerand abuseOf the vulnerable
Know your enemyIt’s not me, but all of mineIt’s those who keep us captiveIt’s those who perform deathAnd say whose life do and don’t matter
If you’re Black and/or NativeIn this country called AmericaUse every drop you can fromWhite liberal landBut when your family goes missing?Call me, someone hoodsomeone good
And if you’re not missing no one?Not grieving sons?Get off your ass andrecognize your immense privilegeMost of us are missing someoneBut maybe you too busy tweeting to notice
Old heads we need to join TikTokand start yelling At these mf kidsThey both want this and deserve itBut more importantly, we gotta tell themWhat we did, and how we got to thisBefore they take us all the way back🙏🏾
April 2024