Jun 5, 2020
b fine
what’s a community to a sea of those let down by everything but themselves, and beings who gathered on streets, steps & squares to find meaning in crystallized actions? ///// met with the machination of power imbalance, a force falsely believed to serve we, rather than the property such roles were designed to protect. ////// writers, let us allow ourselves to distort the hashtags, solemn stanzas stand defiant of a form left to its own devices, lofty phrases in a cursive detached from the concrete upon which trauma hits w/o a sound. /////// politicize the form, let it bleed as Baraka would’ve wanted, we have nothing to lose but the brutal comfort our silence allows.
