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It’s not that I have stopped dreaming
or letting my imagination run wild
it’s that I have closed my eyes like that
of a child not wanting to see that which is
right there before me the harshness of a reality
that thing passed down by those once before me
how cruel how kind that their imaginations were
never really blind but choosing like me to close
ones eyes and never really see not wanting any part
of that responsibility of making things better for those
others to be free from the burden of it all free from knowing
free from standing tall in the winds of despair
It’s not that I have stopped dreaming
it’s that I’ve stopped sharing them with you ;s xx
During the 70s and 80s I attended so many political marches rallies and demonstrations in regards to equality. There was no distinction it was about sexual liberation inclusion of all abilities and the acceptance of all creeds and colours.
Sexuality was the first to be integrated into the main stream partly due to the ever so public portal of the homophobic brutality with which it was being attacked. The general public ever fearful of violence wholeheartedly supported the integration of these individuals whom through no fault of their own had sexual different likings.
Next came disabilities. How could any progressive modern nation not consider those unable to gain access to work leisure social venues drastic changes were made for their inclusion.
That left blacks. No longer supported by the sexual brigade abandoned by disabilities they were left to march alone. There was no excuse for being black it was not a medical condition nor a genetic differences of a perceived norm. Blacks were accountable for their own social political and economic standing. Those same disabled and sexually different individuals that blacks had previously supported became the front line barriers to political inclusion. Incorporated into local government infused with that new sense of power those once allies vigorously rebuffed any attempt at advancement.
One small concession was made allowing a small number of black females to enter the political arena unfortunately that required almost losing their blackness. The stage finally set blackness was abandoned as a notion of inequality and pushed into the realm of threatening deviance.
The harshness with which blacks and black males in particular are treated by the legal systems in the western world reflect nothing more than the desire to never allow equality. As such blacks can be beaten murdered and publicly humiliated without fear of repercussion from the wider society. If it were a dog or a child there would be outrage condemnation and change but be it a black man woman or youth and the victim is seen as deserving such treatment.
It is time to take control of and defend our own communities. There are so many aspects of our communities that are not right and require drastic action to ensure the safe nurturing of the young just as much as there is a need to defend ourselves and our communities from the authorities that seem hell bent on its moral and social destruction. We are at war with both a system of continual abuse and our fellow blacks that have lost all notions of self-worth and integrity. Until we accept this fact and collectively act against it we will continue to be lost and continue to loose…….
When police in the service of governments beat and abuse children they undermine the authority of both parents and the community for what child would listen to a parent or community that cannot support or protect them from those intent on causing them harm. It is thus that the road to self-hatred is pathed with the blood of men women and children that are the victims of not only a non-supportive wider community but also the victims of it’s own conformity to a legal system that is broken in regards to their needs, for when you learn that your brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles lives are worthless what is to stop you from taking out your fears and frustrations upon them. For such a long time we have ignored recent history and knowledge and refused to take control of ourselves and our communities. Fight fire with fire for even when you call upon them for help it is the authorities intention to harm you in any way they can…..!
The fact of police brutality is nothing new the world over law enforcement and the judiciary have an on going hatred and degradation for all things black but this is just total bollock’s its what appears to be a teenage girl and despite the fact that there is video evidence nothing is done… Give me the means and I’ll show you how to deal with this shit As black people we really need to stop playing this game of Simon says and watching our young people being abused on every imaginable level what we need to do is fight fire with fire………… ;s
It’s not the distance we travel that makes life hard
It’s the people we carry and those we discard
For the heart and mind are limited and sometimes
We see others along the way and we ask do you
Want to come with me but you have you room
Hold on a sec I’ll see what I can do but then the
Choices are given to you do you carry more than
Your really meant to or lose another along the way
Wait here my friend someday I will be back for you
And on that journey we stay
Left behind on the side of the road, hungry sad lonely
And cold we wait for that other who the story did told
That this way they’d come again
Passersby catch our eyes
Hay you come with me to stay is demise
But lost and alone with distant eyes we say
I’m waiting for my friend
Don’t be silly you lonely fool promises are broken
That’s the golden rule and here you’ll be all alone
In the distance you can hear the cries
Some are hello’s and others goodbyes
And ever so often it appears to the eyes that
There’s other along that road
Distant and still almost like road kill they litter
The way ahead and behind
Maybe I should walk and try to catch up those
That have left me behind
As I walk I meet others I’ve seen before
How long have you been here where have
Do you want me to carry you
Hop on and we’ll start our journey
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What would it take to hear
The whispers of your heart
In the dead of night when
The world has forgotten the
Damage of man and the dawn
Has yet to reveal the darkness
That sleeps within the children
Of the morning
And still there is the sunshine
And the rain falling upon the faces
Of those that would kill the knowledge
Of forgiveness and belonging
There is beauty in those eyes and a presence
of love that emanates from the souls knowledge
and there hanging above is an awareness of freedom
and the birds of desire seeking new and distant lands
yet still we are balanced in indecisions and restrictions
imposed acceptably as we seek directions in which to
grow away from ourselves
This address (Graffham Drive, Oakham) can be considered less ethnically diverse than the UK average. As whole, the UK population claims itself as approximately 86% white, with residents of this area being 99% so.
The UK is home to a number of sizable populations of non-white residents, with mixed ethnicity (2.1%), Indian (2.4%) and Pakistani (1.9%) being the largest groups reported.
There is considerable division of ethnicities within the UK, with ethnically diverse addresses uncommon outside of urban areas