Black Lives Matter

he was white

he got it

he even got it when opponent political contortionists tried their best to twist Black Lives intentions

their every slur he blackwashed blackwashed their words and writings posing a single fact and challenge 

When you endure three hundred and fifty years of disrespect prejudice and lawless attack then you have the right and the experience to debunk Black Lives grievances

Until then  Shut your miserable piehole

did he have a right to despise these white people simply by also being whiteYes

their words discredited him 

he had pedigree

he had bloodline

but he also had a brain

Flip it  Yawanna contend with what black people have had to contend with  Suffer

No

No  Then you cant support it Yare no better than they

Common sense

Even a eugenic idiot doesnt like getting beat on over and over and over

he was raised in Chicago  Americas Racist Mecca

but also the home of the Blues emanating from Maxwell Street birthed during the Great Migration

his grandfather was a belligerent racist  a veteran of World War I and the Chicago Race Riot of 1919 which was kicked off by a young black teenager Eugene Williams stoned to death at a segregated Lake Michigan beach between 25th and 29th streets

his grandfather had skills

his father was too  but he wasnt aggressive like his old man

his father grew up in Humboldt Park

he often talked of drifting over to Bucktown Damen and Armitage but inevitably evaded saying what attracted him

his mother(not racist  though that wasnt to say she didnt have some hardline ignorance) grew up in Logan Square

he was born and raised on Western within sight of Riverview Park near the Chicago River 

later they moved into his grandmothers wood two-flat in Norwood Park

hell  a Polack prejudiced by other ethnic whites  he had an elder cousin who served as a priest at Five Holy Martyrs

Yeshe did have a right to knock white people who spewed racist sentiments

even though they refused to admit them  

                                                    because they thought they were so fuckin clever

Yes

Black Lives Matter

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he rarely ever wrote in black ink or with a fine point pen

                                                                                                       rarely ever

bigfoot mewed in his lap

You musing big guy  Or amused

somewhere in his misty watercoloured skull he imagined bigfoot would clear his throat Ahem then carry forth on what had to be pent-up inside his skull begging to get out

maybe the outrage of being castrated

maybe the rage of being beaten  then dumped in the sticks and left to fend for himself or die

he was evidently effective  asurvivor

he watched him kill and eat gophers head first  eat lizards like strips of jerky

maybe hed say why he chose to stomp around on his porch bringing him out of the house half-expecting to reprimand the neighbors kids who pushed and pulled their bikes up the hill he lived on to race down it again 

did the lil beggars think it was cool to stomp around his porch because they didnt think he was home

No  it wasnt the neighbors kids pounding around on his porch but a huge black and tan cat whose head was the size of a Clincher softball 

canines an inch long

he learned about those teeth a couple of week later when bigfoot sprang onto his lap curled up  he seemed quite chill

inadvertently he startled him made a sudden movement over his head with his right hand – bigfoot probably thought he was going to slap him or use his fist against him

Whoa Wow bigfoot he said quietly between gritted teeth  Best you understand Im not who it was that beat on you used you for a punching bag It aint me big boy  Wasnt me        

Right  Bigfoot     Not me

bigfoot had his left in his mouth extended claws at his forearm inside his elbow  had his ears pulled back   but in the seething he seemed to be listening to him unsurely  surly  thinking over his voice its timbre the muscular suspense in his body his legs that might provide him a tell of his intent

he kept his body loose

It aint me bigfoot I didnt beat on you big boy  It wasnt me   Not me    I wouldnt  Although if I did Id find em an beat on em for ya

bigfoot thought a while a while longer  

then he released his hand

it was punctured not much bleeding certainly forgivable  considering

at that moment they made their peace they fashioned their friendship became thick as thieves

                                                    when he went into the house later he opened a Duhbe
to celebrate their new-found understanding  their fledgling relationship

after a sip he set the bottle down and washed scrubbed his wounded hand and arm with soap and hot water

his wounds were minor in comparison with what bigfoot could have inflicted he could have wreaked considerable havoc had him rolling one-handed to the hospital for many stitches and shots(wouldnt be Jack)

it seems whenever he wrote in black ink a darkness presented itself  or a trouble that he thought he had jettisoned or suppressed perhaps hadnt been bothered with at the particular time or returned to it to figure out what he should have figured out then
latent horseshit
he knew better

Who the fucks perfect   

Shaddup he told himself

had he opened his mouth then rashly spoke in a moment of derision or believed-insult the things that escape his mouth would be out and even if he took them back he had said them

he made such errors in the past and learned from them

he wanted to be sure he said exactly what he meant  and there werent a lot of people who got it right in their first draft published it expressed it in words STAMPED in the moment

he had to be deliberate

he liked using his entire cock  not going off halfcocked

she wrote she wasnt feeling well wrote she didnt want to shirk plans wrote i just really not wanna feel obligated to anything and sleep

he tossed her obligation around longer than he cared

he let it lie in its text 

quiver in his black ink

she probably went off halfcunted(he didnt say that unkindly) and didnt think before she wrote it

people did that

but he liked to think better of her because he was in relationship with her  

he figured what good attributes he had and exhibited would rub off on her

he was pretty abrasive and there was hardly a small chance he hadnt rubbed off on her

she had said as much on many occasions

but

   theres always the elemental person who remains unmalleable at their heart and core

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