The moonshines & The Mountaintop waits.
My freedom is hateless
as I walk this path
fingers pointing to the moon
Kings speaking of the mountaintop
my liberation, my awakening, my enlightenment
Is known
it is the act of walking.
My genes express resilience so deep
It destroys all forms of oppression
gradually
As I walk this path of freedom
I am hateless
The ones that claim superiority
are also animals
Hijacked by evolutions traps
Acquiring themselves further ugly
And ignorance with so much to atone for

I wait not for their liberation
I wait not till my oppressor
Is free from their worldspace of hate and shielding
I know my own freedom
though not in it’s purity
Even with the threat of annihilation
I walk this path freedom which is hateless
Which stands on the shoulders of greatness
Greatness continues through me
At the end of this path is a new one
Some one may one day walk it
Freedom assertions earned over years of patience
Survival, struggle, failure, pain, grief, and self sabotage and all other forms of playing it safe
And dangerous
This freedom which is hateless
has not seen the mountaintop
has not experienced the mountaintop
But is instead climbing the summit.
The path appearing as we walk it
It’s potentialities dormant
Blipping in out of existence according to our rthymns
Whether I make it or not is this worlds loss
the absence of my freedom is this worlds loss
In this land of never fully freed
Racism has always been inferior
as has their conceit, their defense mechanisms, buried so deep
Their cognitive dissonance
Lay rest on their ancestors altars
Which seemingly only the most racist keep
As those who came before us have pointed towards the moon and the mountaintop

I do not ask for your permission to exist, to be perceived as human, to be given rights, to be seen with eyes free of your dehumanizing associations
I already have lived this humble life in the full presence of all that it is to be.
I do not ask for your rights,
but I do fight for them
In the assertion of my life
I have already displayed them
Even while broken by this worlds, and this country’s performance of humanity
And my own survival strategies
I am already free and always have been, though this is only one side of the paradox.
on the other side Freedom from brutality is unseen, unknown and unfelt.
Even if I die by the gun
And he who holds that gun dies of natural causes
Acquitted and protected by the safest words a murderer ever knew
“I feared for my life” 

If I am to die this way, know these words.
This worlds conditioning, pain and trauma can be overcome. There is a path which can overcome it. These sufferings can cease for all of us.
Freedom can be boundless.
The summit can be climbed, the moon can be seen, known and shining.
Keep walking for the sake of our world.
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