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A young woman by the statue of Liberty, looks up way up, the point of interest, both physical, emotional and the flaming torch, a square card was pressed hard, in her shaking palms, as if in supplication, or in pious adoration, to a being larger than life, perhaps in coming here, she was overtaken, by an overwhelming realization, that subliminal moment, spurred by a green card! She had finally got it, she belonged, she could claim and most of all she could be claimed, a sense of completion egged itself in her, a new self was filling her inner core, somehow she knew, the meaning of belonging, with it came, the powerful sense of purpose, she resolved to play her part, from then on, each step and each move, were executed with calculation, a green card, is a path to citizenship, a sexual citizenship, an intellectual citizenship, a mobility citizenship, a skills citizenship, a dignity citizenship, a physical citizenshi

The feet bore him, into a tiny train, in which, all of us commuters, many dressed formally, either, had something, in our hands, a phone, grab bar, or book, he was light, with cotton-white insufferable, pajama breeches, that were bumped up, naughtily, a darkly hued man, in a penguin style tuxedo, sat in the back, he would, intermittently, break into a, hum and mmh! perhaps he had, a private, conversation, with an invisible Ozymandia, Alas! We forgot, the man with, the naughtily, bunched up pajama breeches, we found something to, comment on , or reaffirm, our fears, the tuxedoed man, got a thumbs down.

You, of,  the,  blue apparel, the,  fountain, of order, and,  organization, in, whom, pristine, just, begins, to, define, you, in, whom, our, fondness, gravitates, we, aspire to love, you, because, you, matter, in, our, lives, you, of, the, black, skin, human, lovely, agreeable, and, the, connection, to, our, ancient, ancestors, in, you, lies, the, genome, and, prototypicality, without, which, the, spread, of, humanity, would, have, been, impossible, if, like, one, oral, tradition, so, puts, it, that, their, Adam, slept, and, from, his, ribs, Eve, was, formed, I, say, to you, black, man, black, woman, you, are, Adam's, ancestors, but, why, do, you, get, to, be, less, sung, and, the, blue's, baton, finds, home, on, your, ebony, skin, or, your, blackness, tu

Any, rough, handling, is, self-defeating, and,  is abusive, it, starts, with a decrypt, derelict housing, the, badge, that, is, distinguishing, in which, my kind, are, benevolently (this is stressed), stationed, for, a,  police officer, on, patrol, or, giving, chase, it, conjures up, a,  a fear complex, a, paranoia, against those, who live, in such, an environment, at the visceral, and,  psychological levels, it is painful too, being, black, I am seen as, lesser, a human-being, hence the beatings, once, am, apprehended, even while, handcuffs, bind me, a cage, a, restrainer harness me heavily, in the back, of,  a black and white, but, this is what I feel, every time, an extra-judicial craze, overtakes a cop, or neighborhood watchman, I am beaten, roughly,  grappled, fondled, disempowered, my body is ripped, the bones are out of joint, an excruciating pain, runs, thr

Doleful morning a carry over melancholic evening shots and rivulets ceaseless anger a badge of courage bloodied initiation as long as there is a gun A Titan leaves on  gnarled boughs Zeus blows a storm unnecessarily loudly This Town An Apple falls down from a tree In the boats like sardines or sheep to slaughter they worked day and night burdened by ever spewed commands scarred back ever bent The goose after the blue sky the gander sits over shelled zygotes the goose will be back Cornered lion roars out of pain or prompted by pride a position given away the hunter alert in one move the lion has no breath left Up that mountain is history in whose manger lies a biology coiled seeking release about to stretch Ideology  says otherwise But a particular dew drop dries up like a note out of tune the burdened blade seeks the warm sun even that takes a nap

Where she to be something else what would that be I still don't know she is never out of sight my wifi!

A man so tall, lean as a reed, a large afro-topped head, on a long strong neck, like the Sequoia of his land, engaged me, in a conversation, after I offered a salutation, 'twas one early morning, with the fog racing back home, a tingling cold chill, a true Hunters Point early morning, been here a long time said he, way back in time, when them I-talians left, is when I left the other side, to come and live this side, the other side being the North ridge street, this side being Albatross street, we were the Hill dwellers, and everywhere it was ebony, we policed our neighborhood, and no nonsense was entertained, this has always been a dormitory neighborhood, even after out yonder that shipyard closed, a mother walks hurriedly, her phone is missing, a teenage daughter, borrowed it while she napped, a bus comes uphill, the bus # 54, and out comes the daughter, mother, mother, mother, she calls out, she proffers the phone, the mother is happy and anno