(FOREHEAD TO THE GROUND)
THE SOUND...
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Upon waking I curse the fact that I am cognizant... That I must stand and communicate with so many who are sleep walking.
Drowning in a sea of information.
So much knowledge and they would rather be sheep.
Members of the flock.
Petty humans...
I call on the supreme power of Allah placed in me.
I stand to face the day intelligently.
Iconically.
I born of the red clay of Georgia and African tragedy.
Whipped asses, raped women and cut out babies.
Slavery, pigfeet and segregation.
A whole lot of fuckery... Still we stand, see?
Dry bones crying out in our story, or is that Ezekiel biblical, seen?
Washtubs in the backyard. Klansman's robes on the line.
Donald Trump just a tiny fragment of a much larger problem.
Why can't the white man see his involvement in this systematic victimization.
Or is it that deeply rooted that he just don't give a fuck?
Scuse me that's just my God kicking in.
Question all sides, weigh all facts.
Upon lying down I curse the fact that being cognizant I will not sleep again.
Not the blissful sleep of ignorance that so many find.
Upon waking I cursed walk this earth.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
