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In body and mind,
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A Time of Hope

I write in times of hope, to be listened to, questioned, and rewarded.
– Julian Pembroke Steptoe, for Tragedy’s End

I SUPPOSE
They stripped down,
To their bare bones,
To help me,
On their own,
Because,
They had a lot of love for me,
And went away,
Leaving their flesh behind
For me to mind.
PART 2
Some, without such love,
Without such knowledge,
Did the same,
As soldiers, as heroes,
With a sense to save.

I thank all such friends,
With this love poem,
Even the purposeless,
And the most stranger, too,
Who became food.

I WAKE UP CONFUSED
Deciphering the dreams of the Diaspora
Into reality,
The mist becomes the sun, the light becomes the shade, and all the myriad collapses,
Into times and places … Of steps and faces … By Earthly graces.

TARGETED
I’m a target of those who hate my freedom. I’m not a victim; I haven’t joined their ranks. I know they hate my freedom, when I learn that they love their suspicion of it, for in doing so, they deny their own freedom, and doing that, they are miserable, and misery loves company.
Their suspicion becomes jealousy. They admire me, but despise their admiration. So, they misunderstand me, and deem me evil. In mobs, they rally against evil. Afraid of facing their error, they target me. The bravest of their cowards, take uncourageous aim, to make pain that reflects their own, and to keep hate alive.

CAMP
Humanity exists in two camps, designated by gender. Managing their in*******se, is Nature. Who you are makes you distinct among what you are, by what you do, in thought and action. Nature is the juicing of gravity. We are part of that. The sun stimulates life, the let’s it rest in the shade of the Earth. The next day, it assesses the overnight changes, and if we cooperate, makes healthful adjustment to those who awake.
Become awake, so you can make, the day better. Suit your dream to the letter; become a come-getter.

BACK IN MY DAY

In the 1950s, America was a hopeful place, full of hopeful Americans. We had just accepted victory in the
World’s Most Distressing Conflict, and were certainly hoping another was not just around the bend. Well, we were also working in that hope. Communist Russia had incited a conflict in Korea. Some particularly brutal fairy dust had just made Israel out of a properly resistant Palestine. The allied victors of WMDC, had organized to forestall such madness from ever reoccurring, but madness doesn’t take orders; it must be tricked into harmlessness.
This great hope, our crown jewel, of course was embellished with smaller hopes, adding their own glitter and value. Television was beaming to become a common household genie, whose magic could display an awesome scope and vista, unavailable elsewhere. Because of the struggle years and displacements, our neighborhoods were becoming unfamiliar and competitive, rather remaining familiar and cooperative. Television gave us an enlightened way to shun our anxieties. It spread our focus over a wide range of fascination.
Much of what happens in life is projected into art, and television exposed every one to the vastness of life’s potential and variety. The wonder it became, also revealed the structure, and sometimes the image, of human suffering and struggle. Plot outlines and outcomes of television shows and televised movies, informed us of its universal presence, and the principles of its foundation. From it, we taught ourselves many lessons, and formulated many plans and dreams. We learned what our outward journeys might take us through, and to, and crafted our innerselves toward chosen destinations. The freedom we had fought towards, had become stronger, and it was in our hands.
Many found it to be time for America to discard its historical restrictions against Black Americans. Black Americans. “Black American” is the ethnic culture of Americans stripped of heritage, by their heritage sustaining neighbors and fellow citizens, on the bias of racism that held, captive, black Africans, as chattel commodities, dubbed “slaves”. Their territorial presence predates every immigrant culture, except the ones that first brought us here as cargo. So yes, we were among the first settlers, colonists, and explorers. Not only did we deliver Columbus to America, the first colonial child was birthed by a Black woman. Soon after, the colonies swiftly degenerated into racism, the inequal society of superior whites and inferior Blacks.
This inhumane condition has been continually exploited, though often revamped in response to various forms and levels of reason and outrage. For these, many had seen our National Pledge of Allegiance to be a goal, to struggle towards, not as an achievement proclaimed, indeed as it seems stated to be, not as it is propagated. Television helped tell the ongoing story that needed changing, and many authors rose to march, writing with their voices, footsteps, blood, and history, and every other medium at hand.
So, of course, our civil protests wrought a viciously uncivil war, against civil rights, which is nearing a zenith, after seventy years. Certainly, in defiance of “Freedmen”, the South began its climb to rise again, as soon as it recovered from its loss of “The Confederacy”, in 1865. By 1950, the reason and outrage had made little gain against the horde, and in the ensuing years, challenged to horde greatly.
Fierce battles were waged, filmed, and broadcast, of peaceful and just wills among Blacks, against vicious violators with weapons. Those violators doubly violated, their own oaths, and their victims’ rights. How could hope prevail, very many wondered and worried. Jesse Jackson, only thirty years ago, campaigned to “Keep Hope Alive”! Barack Obama had the audacity to suggest, only ten years ago, “The Audacity of Hope” to remain alive!
Ten years later, the horde has its clutches round the neck of Hope, screaming into its face, “The Trump card is WHITE, NIGGER”! But, we are no ni**er. We are Black Americans, whose cry for freedom has been purer than any other’s. We are the providers of the freedom upon which this nation is founded. “Nigger” is how we are rewarded, with not a badge or a medal, but with a label and slur. We are Black, in recognition of our survival against your whiteness. We are Black Americans, because America stands on our shoulders, the epaulets to our heroism and sacrifice, talent, intelligence, strength, and devotion. We were called your “slaves”, but in reality, you have been our wards. We are Black Americans, because “Black” is our ethnic name, and America is our cultural home. No longer are we “Negro”, for we have long escaped the Latino slavetraders – sold into English pens, which wrote and signed their names, to the words of our hope!
Now, we are at “the mountaintop”!
Now it’s time we
“Get to the other side”!

Ni***rs aren’t real.
They are phantoms of the pain you feel
From denying your own humanity,
Abandoning your ethnicity,
To maintain a whiteaucracy!

Real ni**ers would be,
Black people smiling at your delirium,
Grinning, because you believe your seeing them,
Laughing at your insanity.
Ni***rs ain’t real.
Not even to what you know you really feel.
Stop seeing what ain’t there.
Look for truth, everywhere!