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grief and grace

By hadiyah Published about a year ago 3 min read
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masters of a kind.

the bones.

slave master.

black people as slaves.

black people till the land, produce and nurture the crops, harvest through their body. the nourishment for the white people slave masters class. the original source and tools for collecting oil. fuel. the black body. the black body is the sun. that grief avoidant white bodies pretend is not real. so they create. as all humans are apt to do. they build. from a space of being invisible to themselves. they don’t see. yet claim hardship. that comes from the method of building incomplete things.

slave masters were once children. children of humans who ran away from their home. their homeland of abuse. what they learned is clear. ‘bill of rights’. ‘declaration of independence’. the first doctrines of opposition. against a past that was not real. they did not envision 😼 they did not reflect. they did not grieve. they were wrong. and they lied.

they did not grow. they did not win. they conflated. their need to breathe. with their need to express. and so they short circuited all that was to follow. they hampered their own success. simply by ignoring the grace of god. that delivered them safely to an abundant land. they didn’t know to have gratitude.

to make space. so that they could see clearly where their hopes of ‘independence’ stemmed from. independent from what. exactly. you made it to the promise land. wade in the water. divine timing listens and feel. they were afraid to feel. ptsd. those ‘founding’ ‘fathers’ using abuse to abuse themselves into an emotional state. of action. acting out so clearly as to undermine your own stability. the bill and the declaration were/are the messiest. low quality. and lacking true virility. they are insecure. and therefore inherently insincere. the first lie. we marketed.

- grief and god

the beginning. of an end. deferred. a loan. to pretend you got it. to facilitate a process of ownership. that you are unable to nurture. not a womb. not a prayer. not a surrender. not even a desire. or a dream. or a vision.

credit. let’s see what you make of it. the credit afforded you in your time of grief. of sitting. within. and holding. all that you have endured. being the first runaway slave. you choose to master slavery. and for your dedication. we all have access to see. you were never committed to the words you weaved. you ghost. hunted and never steeped. you performed. the embodiment of a king. that was an overseerer of your being. you followed in father Britains steps and bent a knee. resenting thyself . you sought to purge us all clean. compassion was available. like always.

instead. you did not grieve. the rhythm of love. you disregarded. for it was life or death. time needed to be trampled over. beliefs needed to go unseen. emergency. emergency. alert. alert. adrenaline. adrenaline. movement. constant. pts society. birth of a nation. you do not know of birthing tings.

heartbreak
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About the Creator

hadiyah

I am a tattoo artist.

that works soul deep.

the potency leads to rebirth.

so death is how we will see.

your heart.

is all you need.

xoxo

come play with me.

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