Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Thanx (for those who don't fear liberation!)

Sweet richly deep
avant-garde memories
Sunday morning breeze
Action, inspiration, dedication
that inundates the drab cold
loneliest of places,
depression's isolation!
undauntful dreamer,
sagacious visionary
1st to secure the load.
Stepping stone, paved road
over pitfalls, potholes
virtuous urban graffiti
black guerrilla in a concrete jungle,
oppression's warren.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

That dream from a couple of nights ago is still on my mind. It reminds me of when i was about 6 or 7. i used to imagine (although i don't believe i was imagining it. It was real. i just don't want you thinking i'm crazy!) i could walk up these invisible stairs, and at the end, or top, of the stairs was an open doorway. Well, i'd gone up about to the 5th stair alone, with no one watching, and always fallen down. I could never get to the door. Then one day I convinced my childhood friend Chris to watch me. now, the skeptic in people will say it's just the imagination of kids going wild. But he watched me walk up those invisible stairs to about or at least the 5th step. No lie.

However, the price for showing him that i could basically walk on air was i lost the ability. i never had that happen again, sadly, until that dream a few nights ago. Although it was a bit different than my childhood.
Well, since i can't sleep i figured we'd expand on that earlier convo. Real conversation. Let's make a necessary distinction here. Talk is useless, conversation builds! Get it? Got it? Good!! Real convo, that is outside of that. Talking to others is usually especially for Blacks because we're kept isolated, not only i n the s.h.u., but also isolated from other Blacks. So you'll find whole units (a unit is made up of 6 pods. Each pod is an isolated lock, housing up to 12 captives), in every unit you'll find no more than 2 or 3 Blacks. Of course, i'm speaking of how things are here in the C side of the shu. As you know they've begun turning the D side into an island within the shu. shu within shu. Supposedly i'll be going there soon.

And then, we'll be in separate pods. So, for example i'm in E pod and have been for about 4 or 5 years. Theres' one other Brother in f pod who's been there just as long as i've been here, and we've never seen or talked to one another in all these years. It's like being a ghost, or around ghosts. you know the presence is there, but you'll never see them!

So in that way Blacks are double isolated and often put in the most hostile environment. One Black in a sea of racists, wannabe nazis and gangbangers who want to show others how much they can play puppet racist and hate Blacks too. Silly shit, really, so i don't know if this unfamiliarity with verbal communication comes from the fact that i (we) only talk back here. There's never any opportunity of conversation. Or it could be isolation in general does something to one's humanity and self worth. That's another can of worms altogether!