A constant parade of names
come into your head
when you’re not sleeping well.
Someone told me these things
happen for a thousand reasons.
But we say “a thousand reasons”
to make it easier to accept
that we don’t know anything
about anything.
We don't know the reasons.
We don’t know
why we crossed that bridge.
We don’t know the other side.
But if you want to know,
really know a reason,
know it’s you, it’s me.
It’s them, it’s us.
It’s black, it’s white.
It’s good, it’s bad.
It’s back and forth
all the time.
It's an endless day.
Oh, it's an endless night.
Something in me
wants to rend
your mythology.
Something in me
wants to tear you apart.
freedom
Anne Boyer – Freedom
https://anneboyer.substack.com/p/freedom?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&utm_source=copy
“In the deadly free-unfreedom of capitalism, and in the false freedom arranged by the social media billionaires, the people have brought their real bodies to the real streets in a protest against intolerable conditions and in demand of real freedoms, like the righteous one not to be murdered for being black. They have been met with maga-hatted reactionaries yelling “Freedom,” met, too, with federal stormtroopers fully armed as if what the United States needs to become “great” is a violent occupation of our cities by the military of the United States. Statues and monuments have more value to the government than the life or well-being of its subjects — America lets freedom ring, I guess, for all statues that are free to stand free of spray paint while its people are detained.”
Jason Preu 