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[seanmichaellove]

What makes someone belong; can you be claimed by something greater than you, a town, a city, a country, a nation, a people?

Do you need to have a home to belong to something? Is that what being homeless is? The unclaimed, the not belonging.

[seanmichaellove]

20 Shots

The dead do speak Crowded streets In tears On lips repeat No turnin cheek No press release My dear Death did cheat Sons unarmed Sound of no alarm Just shots Our fate we meet Do i only speak A rebel yell A tale Death On repeat

[mindshift-1]

Really great @imaginarystereo show last night! Good times catching up and be sure to check out @long_tongue_music new ep out now on all streaming platforms! #imaginarystereo #musicformysoul #awesomenight #statxmusic #blackdavinci #longtonguemusic #4thtapbrewing (at 4th Tap Brewing Co-op) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9J7RzNFfF6/?igshid=1h6fqduik722j

[seanmichaellove]

The Three Mona Lisa's – Sean Michael Love – Medium

https://www.blackdavinci.net/three-mona-lisa-s

Take a look at my narrative about my latest art collection

[seanmichaellove]

SPREAD LOVE CAMPAIGN - https://www.blackdavinci.net/spread-love-campaign?wix-vod-video-id=ae5ce646d66f40b5ad7dae40e657f1af&wix-vod-comp-id=comp-ji2sz2y3#

[seanmichaellove]

Hey young brother Marching down the street Tell me what marching Has ever done for me You ain't Martin And this here ain't no dream Hands up marching Still dying on the street Hey young brother marching down the street Who say we not at war So we dying for no cause We have no justice Damn sure ain't got peace Hands up marching Still dying on the street Yeah my brother I'm marching down the street We need justice Damn sure ain't got peace Marching past bodies Dead in the street Yeah my brother I'm marching down the street To take what's mine For they take my life From me #love #peace #revolution #blackdavinci#poetsofinstagram #poeticjustice#photography #photooftheday#supremecourt #capitolhill #poetsociety#igdc #killyourcity #remembertheirnames#resist #protest #iamaman #shotswithlove

[seanmichaellove]

I am a Man

[seanmichaellove]

A mask of a symptom. I did not want a mask for what I knew it would be there. The cold was a part of misfortune; however, that was not my goal to relieve it. To be rid of the pain, the cold; would only satisfy my physical torture. What tortures me during my daily walk, millions of pins and needles to my knees, the spiritual warfare. This battle kept me sunken, instead of in motion. I was stagnant, and not going, away.