break it down family. black history month 'bout done kame an' left. a new month rises but bodies swinging still echoe in the trees. i started this month reaching for something new in the ancient. i wanted to see what i needed reminding of. i picked up the fire next time by james baldwin. i used to aspire to write like him, but i love poetry too much. as i was reading i discovered that my pen was talking with and back to his wordship. i hope to benefit all who have and will read the one with some my prosetic review. where to start with the review?
baldwin emphasized assumptions:
before all critics you are blameless
all but whites are silent and sullen
your actions determine your gods
a letter to endangered black male youth:
if you don't believe their lies, nothing can stop you.
there is that which reparations cannot touch.
the law be damned.
the pain of this world becomes clearer
when we realize the audacity white people have
when other whites are suffering and their willingness
to shift that suffering
how little of this has changed
prison industrial complexion.