The Burning of Paper
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I have to admit to missing it – my neck, even though it is still there

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The smitten are the lucky ones who dream of all possibilities we try to wake them up and they merely smile in their sleep.

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The heart can be spread too thinly over time. Part of me is lurking on September 25, 1988, and some of it is hanging in the air of Niagara, 24 hours ago. Some of it is there now with you as you try to touch me I want to tell you that I’m all here, [...]

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It’s Friday morning and the Jury begins deliberations Oscar Grant and retribution and anger burning in the streets: I remember 1992 and the sign “The kitchen is on fire. Let the motherfuckers burn.” She was old and graying and still in the streets tired of asking for justice now asking for flames. It’s Friday morning [...]

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Little Poem That Lies Pronounciation: \ˈli-təl\ \ˈpō-əm, -im, ˈpōm also ˈpȯ(-)im, ˈpō-ˌem\ \ˈthat, thət\ \ˈlīs\ Function: hurt destruction unnecessary bullshit fuck you pain that nobody needs kind of thing Etymology: You Date: Now, yesterday, & hopefully fewer and fewer tomorrows 〈 And I’m lookin’ in the mirror all the time Wonderin’ what she don’t see [...]

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Let’s talk about 9/11. Or not. We are the anti-war movement. We don’t talk about violence. We talk about Violence. We don’t talk about how it’s in the alley and around the corner and in my bedroom and in a father’s fist to his child’s face. We don’t consciously walk around with targets on our [...]

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A Palestinian looked at Africville and said This looks familiar In Israel, people (thieves) want to live on the land In Africville, they (thieves) just wanted a bridge A bridge between white peoples. On top of Black peoples. On their backs. A story we know. Too, too well.

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And this is the way it can go: there was love the kind of love that doesn’t make sense, ever. A lot of loves are like that but they will insist this one is different because it is their particular confusion and they are unique people of course. They will touch tongues and pull back [...]