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From Lady Liberty:

“To all you so-called “woke” stupid, you NFL, BLM, you celebrities, news media morons, execs, and politicians, hiding behind your personal; private protection, you take a knee to show solidarity, you defund and disband law enforcement “woke(s)”, (learn English and grammar and stop misappropriating someone’s culture for God sakes), you either are embracing insanity or you are insane! It aint:

It aint about protests, it’s riots, death and injury and criminals
It aint about justice, it’s about anarchy and lawlessness
It aint about race, there is only one
It aint about freedom, it’s about slavery of the mind and the blackness of the heart. But you know what, an idea whose time has come cannot be stolen, killed or destroyed and still…”


Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Liberty2016

By Dahni
© 2016, all rights reserved

 

Are You Happy Now?

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Lost is the life,
Gone is the free

Lost is the strength and her purity
Replaced with the ME, for surety
So you thought, for victory
is but a virus of— insecurity

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Where is there Happiness
Where is the joy and the glee

Color Me, Look at Me, Hear Me, See Me
Label me; Divide Me— from sea to dimming see
And in this relentless storm
Gone now is— her forgotten face and form

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Are you Happy now
Are you really living
Are you really Free

Are you Happy Now?

Then why is this abiding
No more hiding,
But in the streets—
Stealing; killing; destroying; dividing

The ONE for all— diverse-d’
The ALL FOR ONE—dispersed
What infection to death is this directness
Death by— political correctness

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Are you really Happy now
Are you really living
Are you really Free

For me-my-self-and-i
Have swallowed this poisonous pill
A plague, a virus, a mutation
Corrupting still

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Is it too late to dare
Or do you— did you ever care
That it was UNITY that made US FREE

Label, Sexist, racist, he/she— so you thought, all-including
Color, Religion or No, differences became— the self-deluding
And the weakness of each, now imputing
No strength at all, but all diluting

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Where is the Life, the Freedom or the Joy
Not a woman or a girl; Not a man or a boy;

The chains at her feet once broken
The symbol of Our Liberty
Made possible by Our Unity
Reformed now stronger than ever
And binds us all so bitterly

For in the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Lost is, the identity of—

the WE!

Are You Happy Now?

“No,” says he/she,
“How can I be?”
“I do not know my name…”
“…or recall from whence I came.”
“I do not know, am I a mister or a mam?”
“I know not who or what I am!”

 

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