dogs and cats shit they get their nose down in it and smell then they scratch and dig to bury their scent
this isnt a game
1806 or 606pm, Monday,
5 7. 21
dogs and cats shit they get their nose down in it and smell then they scratch and dig to bury their scent
this isnt a game
1806 or 606pm, Monday,
5 7. 21
stormy pushed the food around
with her muzzle didnt eat anything she was out of sorts
he put cellophane on her bowl and
refrigerated it
taking her down off the countersetting
her on the linoleum floor she was lethargic she squattedseemed content to do absolutely nothing
picking her up from the kitchen
floor he brought her into the livingroomtucked her against him with one arm and
placed a record on the turntable he didnt remember what he played then he sat on the rocking loveseat with her
on his lap
her breathing was laboured
she spasmed threefour times more
stormy died his wife was dead his girls were gone from home at college
Yah dontell him Life isnt fair not by a long shot
Americans are not who they
believe they are but rather who they
should be known to be in toto
Frederick Douglass
“Fellow-citizens, pardon me,
allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or
those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great
principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration
of Independence, extended to us? And am I, therefore, called upon to bring our
humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express
devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?
“I am not
included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence
only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you
this day rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice,
liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by
you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you has brought
stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may
rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated
temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were
inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by
asking me to speak today?
“What, to
the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to
him, more than all other days of the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to
which he is a constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted
liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds
of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass
fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your
prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious
parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and
hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes that would disgrace a nation of
savages. There is not a nation of the
earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of these
United States at this very hour.
1024, Monday,
5 7. 21