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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, bla...

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 exc...

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