Nothing is polite.

The tragedy is not the murder. zoom out

the tragedy is not police. zoom out

the tragedy is not violence. zoom out

the tragedy is not forest fires. governments. slave masters. domination. zoom out

the tragedy is when you fall on dat ass. you don't laugh.

an accumulation of an unexamined way of relating.

zoom in.

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If you think or believe you are white. you are a slave master. if you want to anchor your dreams to the hopes of slave practices improving. you are white.

If you practice what you were taught. believing it to be the truth, you are a slave master. and the democracy you practice is slavery. you are a missionary spreading the violence you are afraid to feel. you lie. you steal. you intentionally corrupt. then you throw stones. to make you believe you are righteous. isn’t that what war offers you. something to oppose. in order to have something to stand for. do you know your conviction outside of conflict. do you sense. feel your foundation separate from the battle of the day. do you even know the words you use and how they use you.

we are not blind. no one has been blind. you are the art you create. and the shadow you are so quick to arm yourself against comes from you. every shadow is actually an equation. a piece of a whole. fighting yourself is cancer.

some of us commit suicide.

stop projecting. what you feel is not what I feel. we have the ability to tap in but that doesn’t make it true. or nourishing. why do I need to feel crappy when you feel crappy. we are not the same. clearly. people are weak. compromised and don’t even know it. compromised and will kill before you show it. slave master. master of the slave trade. trade one word for another. to secure the bag. status. shelter. water. performance. to crack open. under the whip of pressure, now that wouldn’t be polite manners.

instead I keep picking this cotton. the words are different. but the blood is still the same. we are ancestors. faced with the same decisions. trees. same directions. same body. you still choose the same ways. with your free will. you create the same art. and are confused at your hunger. you choose confusion. you starve yourself then whimper. I’ve always known. you were trained. and kindness. a type of peace. is a prayer of practice that your family is unfamiliar with.

if trauma lives in the body. and I say no. what are you doing. either I’m feeling your trauma, anothers or mine. and I’m being responsible. not driving under the influence. you should say thank you. that is how I know you are not a polite being. traumatized bodies serve you. and you like it. it turns you on. coffee. you deserve a legacy. to be remembered. your bloodline continued. entitled. slave master