People talk about race and slavery like it’s dinner conversation, black and white Americans but it’s still ignorant… Just like bringing it up at a damn party or club. As if I’m supposed to have more respect for your talking about it or feel at ease. You’re like a whore who doesn’t know they are a whore …heard that once, at a party; “the best whore is one that doesn’t know they’re a whore”. This I learned, that we are all slave to the one who control our temptation, happiness, education and finance… Your color makes no difference.

We’ve past the days black slavery and the civil rights movement …we’ve had a black president to mark the achievement but we swell over the mention of race. We are more ignorant now, black and white America, with our high speed connections, fake health care and failing savior complexes.

What is it all for,

I trouble myself with these thoughts time to time, the moreso as my strength raises from past afflictions. I often have to ask myself ‘of my white peers, were they aware the role they play or was it all a party”.

Would it be rude to assume onto them what is made by rite of the black market, simple white party goers passing chemical elixirs for our enjoying whereas we are all lab rats for future disease and viruses or the jumping from bed to bed in search of a famous lover to speak of at the dinner table only to catch one and keep in secrets. I envy a woman’s courage to allow a strange man into her home and bed in the heat of passion, making a whore of herself for her father to gain a son. Love… What is it!! It is not the sweat of my brow or the rushing of my blood. I’d be a fool not to express my disgust or even acknowledge that it may all be my imagination and the fool I make of myself for such display but I harbor an anger yet to be explored by voice or image and the noise of current events do little to calm the demons past.

Far as I’m concerned the term “Black Lives Matter” has been waisted and made into a blasphemous slogan, a money making scheme. Black lives are far greater than the desire to shut down police or the fight to end their bullshit.
I don’t know what their play is in other states but I hate what I’ve witnessed in Portland, I hate that Hollywood glorifies slavery, I hate being reminded that I am currently a slave to the idea of what we are… HUMAN!!!

Maybe I am crazy, maybe i got the wrong point of view but it’s mine to have.

So while I’m ending this rant, i hope you are thinking about why you say BLACK LIVES MATTER, know there is one black man who knows it as a cry for help and the help we ALL fucking need is greater than the bullshit bullying of police.

Don’t just march, don’t let those other groups or people flashing their identity crisis; stand greater for the mission of healing the human spirit.

My grandparents and great grandparents had that right to chant black lives matter. We are all privileged here… Its time you act like you’re at home… Black people, white people, Indian people, Indigenous people, Hispanic people, Asian people and every fucking one else…

Its time for something new and that starts with YOU!!!

STOP MARCHING, GATHER AND SIT, SIT UNTIL THE WORLD IS SITTING WITH YOU, STOP EVERY THING…..
THE GREATEST ACT YOU WILL EVER DO ON WAR IS TO SIT ON THE KILLING FLOOR.

YOU SIT UNTIL WE HAVE MADE A PLAN TO MOVE FORWARD.