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When in America, yes that beautiful, graceful rich America, proffer your salutation, sometimes once, or twice, be prepared for any rebuttal, or non acknowledgment, fortunately everyone is in a hurry, in this country, one realises, the two, or three track self, the binary is a baseline, short, tall, hot, cold, inferior, superior, noise, music, a presence, of two-someness, an apparent dimorphism, then you get used to it, and your narrow world is in dispute, you seek to tame it, by bowing your head, or opening your mouth, in protestation, or comparison, or simply tell a story, in telling you learn more, some see advice, others tips or, authority, many have default remarks, you acquire a hybrid nature, a crosswalk is also a zebra crossing, wheel is also a steering, a ride is also a lift, a napkin is also a serviette, heavy-set can mean big, one country, many tongues, multitudinous faces, meshing herita...

There was this time, way back in time, a Negro walks in, and mesmerizes all gathered, at first he never told us, but later revealed, a Negress was following behind, both reached the podium, and together hummed, sometimes a tenor, at other times a baritone rung out piercingly, for 2 hours straight, Negress and Negro held us in awe! I remembered another place, in another continent, a half-caste sung one of the songs, she told us her mother, had taught her this song, it was a song sung by collective voices, its tune was improvised accordingly, when the collectives had their backs bent, or when they had a dirge procession, sometimes it was sung to celebrate child-birth, when this song crossed over to that other continent, it was a celebratory song, in it sugarcane plantations were miles and miles, this half-caste , mulatto and mixed sung it so well, now that I am here, listening to the Negress and Negro, singing a version ...

An eye cannot lift a weight nor can a toe rise up in height, a finger points out a line, each to a task, that is diversity's beauty, the sap of life, the hearth's warmth, a birthplace invention from necessity, innovation from scarcity, negotiation from adversity.

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,...

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, 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...