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Because I'm White | a poem about privilege
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He studied the back of his hand and said “Peach”. Peach it was. I wrote it down.
🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑
🕊🤍 ... 37
One of MANY actually True things I've learned in my time on "The Whorl' " is: as Maya Angelou said, "The more I learn of the "different People" I share the Whorl' with, the more I discover how ALIKE we all are."
My light-brown skinned, and dark-brown skinned Brothers and Sisters; just as my 'red' and 'yellow' skinned, and olive-skinned Brothers and Sisters are..., are pretty nearly EXACTLY like me, biologically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually.
That is WHY..., I AM, an unapologetic Militant You-Man (and You-Women, too!) Racist.
Initiate violence against ANY o' me Brothers or Sisters - whether I know them "personally" or not - and you'll see the militant parts of MY You-manity..., gladly 'emerge'.
😊
Rick Bonner Pennsyltucky
rcabonner1@ ... 9
manual labour long and hard and not twitching phallus long and hard.
The rules based order is strong and resilient. ...
TEST :
Ever noticed this is just a test?
It's been redesigned to be a mess.
Life's not about institutional debts,
To rigidly abstain, to cringingly confess,
To be rude to or give in to guests,
or to just feel blessed.
Not to just beat the stress.
Or to settle for less
Not a test to be the best
or to be like all the rest.
Its by design to free your mind.
Either go through the motions
subconsciously
or use your time.
Beyond our cell phone masts
It is no easy task
To take off our programmed mask
And see our face for what it really is!
But people would rather kid put up their bid
And throw I.D. ( instinctual drive ) right out! For some biz (??)
Some sort of purgatory
And thus is no kind of story
Because nothing’s maintained
In pursuit of pride and glory
It’s depraved and very gory
What men will do for more,
see:
it’s the land of more AK's
than humans and days
than our amount of food can sustain.
I’m talking pain!
From the sugars extracted from grains
To metal laced "medicines" injected in veins
Napalm strikes ejected from planes
Depleted uranium affecting
Developing bodies and brains
And how can anybody refrain?
Because since we were born
We’ve been strung along in shackles and chains
We need more than just some undescribed change
We naturally need total recall
Constant cognition Not trans-humanism
That or else we’ll be slain
As people shoot their-
Autos, right there
In the streets!
Putting aside their
Beliefs and mottos-
For orders to save
Not lives, but concrete!
They don’t even know whom they’re aiming at
That applies on many levels
Best to retreat
People wish it wasn’t happening around them
Why do they run? For rhyme or reason?
There’s no point to subjective pressures
Like oath, obliged or being convicted for treason
While 1st world homeowners worry over seasons
Going to watch "news", antihistamines "for reasons"
No more garden culture or breathin'
They won't face those they callin' heathens
Those in the weather freezin'
Instead concerned to not be sneezin'
These leeches are leaving lesions
The while children run over ruined littered streets
off from sweat shops,
No quality materials nothin' neat,
Often tire pads or worn torn flip flops
tripping over their own feet
with lack of lift off
Not discrete, this shit has me pissed off
Many of these kids are not going to make it
For the comfortable consumer culture your fam will not forsake it
Many of us will not make the connections
Many of us at ends of predilections
Most will notice sports and pres elections
With no investigations or detections
Oh, what’s needed is an inspection
Of all the government’s collections
Here's a recollection, many of us lack conviction
We’d rather allow ourselves to be swamped in fiction
Most without etymology and without diction
Without range of awareness there’s no suspicions
Many will not have the slightest notion
That these kids have weeks of violent commotion
How could they escape with such small range of motion?
Yuppies complain about business, Yet they hype raises and title promotions
Privileged trophy stay-at-home watches soaps for emotions
That’s wrong to me! And really is to most others too...
If only they had awareness to see this as their truth
As much as we love to dream about soaring
It’d be fly
It’s perhaps what life isn’t about
and my reason why
is to be practically grounded
and not high!
As these actions take place
how do we just stand by? ... 1
George Floyd? Dead? Alive? Nagging guestion of Constant buffering.
BUT, he sure did start a world-wide civil war now, didn't he?
The "knee on neck" felt across the Earth simultaneously.
A painful poem of grievance, drawn from my endless ocean of suffering.
Our babies now murdering one another, before our very eyes.
The drunken lust for revenge running rampid in our streets,
"Biblical" times manifesting within our burned out grieving cries.
No help, no aid, no love, no hugs, no kisses, no truth anymore.
The best of: Confusion, Bewilderment, Grief, Sorrow are the covetted new norm.
I want off, I want out, I want to go, anywhere by here.
But experience has taught me well through all these suffering years.
No matter where one runs to hide, to retreat, to refresh, to rest
These hideous faces of arrogance, find One ALWAYS, with no Love to bless.
To Watch, to Hear, to Feel, to Know. NO NO, believing is not enough!!
The inadequacy of our tortured souls in an attempt regain stolen ground.
To be mocked, to be ridiculed, to be left as dead. A worthless pile of flesh
My soul will morn forever more from feasting my eyes on decades of death.
A heart so broken and torn, it screams at me so silently, " I can't breath."
End of ...
😉✌
P.S. great interview w/ D.W. ...
Really?
<he hehe>
He studied the back of his hand and said “Peach”. Peach it was. I wrote it down.
🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑
🕊🤍 ... 37
One of MANY actually True things I've learned in my time on "The Whorl' " is: as Maya Angelou said, "The more I learn of the "different People" I share the Whorl' with, the more I discover how ALIKE we all are."
My light-brown skinned, and dark-brown skinned Brothers and Sisters; just as my 'red' and 'yellow' skinned, and olive-skinned Brothers and Sisters are..., are pretty nearly EXACTLY like me, biologically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually.
That is WHY..., I AM, an unapologetic Militant You-Man (and You-Women, too!) Racist.
Initiate violence against ANY o' me Brothers or Sisters - whether I know them "personally" or not - and you'll see the militant parts of MY You-manity..., gladly 'emerge'.
😊
Rick Bonner Pennsyltucky
rcabonner1@ ... 9
manual labour long and hard and not twitching phallus long and hard.
The rules based order is strong and resilient. ...
TEST :
Ever noticed this is just a test?
It's been redesigned to be a mess.
Life's not about institutional debts,
To rigidly abstain, to cringingly confess,
To be rude to or give in to guests,
or to just feel blessed.
Not to just beat the stress.
Or to settle for less
Not a test to be the best
or to be like all the rest.
Its by design to free your mind.
Either go through the motions
subconsciously
or use your time.
Beyond our cell phone masts
It is no easy task
To take off our programmed mask
And see our face for what it really is!
But people would rather kid put up their bid
And throw I.D. ( instinctual drive ) right out! For some biz (??)
Some sort of purgatory
And thus is no kind of story
Because nothing’s maintained
In pursuit of pride and glory
It’s depraved and very gory
What men will do for more,
see:
it’s the land of more AK's
than humans and days
than our amount of food can sustain.
I’m talking pain!
From the sugars extracted from grains
To metal laced "medicines" injected in veins
Napalm strikes ejected from planes
Depleted uranium affecting
Developing bodies and brains
And how can anybody refrain?
Because since we were born
We’ve been strung along in shackles and chains
We need more than just some undescribed change
We naturally need total recall
Constant cognition Not trans-humanism
That or else we’ll be slain
As people shoot their-
Autos, right there
In the streets!
Putting aside their
Beliefs and mottos-
For orders to save
Not lives, but concrete!
They don’t even know whom they’re aiming at
That applies on many levels
Best to retreat
People wish it wasn’t happening around them
Why do they run? For rhyme or reason?
There’s no point to subjective pressures
Like oath, obliged or being convicted for treason
While 1st world homeowners worry over seasons
Going to watch "news", antihistamines "for reasons"
No more garden culture or breathin'
They won't face those they callin' heathens
Those in the weather freezin'
Instead concerned to not be sneezin'
These leeches are leaving lesions
The while children run over ruined littered streets
off from sweat shops,
No quality materials nothin' neat,
Often tire pads or worn torn flip flops
tripping over their own feet
with lack of lift off
Not discrete, this shit has me pissed off
Many of these kids are not going to make it
For the comfortable consumer culture your fam will not forsake it
Many of us will not make the connections
Many of us at ends of predilections
Most will notice sports and pres elections
With no investigations or detections
Oh, what’s needed is an inspection
Of all the government’s collections
Here's a recollection, many of us lack conviction
We’d rather allow ourselves to be swamped in fiction
Most without etymology and without diction
Without range of awareness there’s no suspicions
Many will not have the slightest notion
That these kids have weeks of violent commotion
How could they escape with such small range of motion?
Yuppies complain about business, Yet they hype raises and title promotions
Privileged trophy stay-at-home watches soaps for emotions
That’s wrong to me! And really is to most others too...
If only they had awareness to see this as their truth
As much as we love to dream about soaring
It’d be fly
It’s perhaps what life isn’t about
and my reason why
is to be practically grounded
and not high!
As these actions take place
how do we just stand by? ... 1
George Floyd? Dead? Alive? Nagging guestion of Constant buffering.
BUT, he sure did start a world-wide civil war now, didn't he?
The "knee on neck" felt across the Earth simultaneously.
A painful poem of grievance, drawn from my endless ocean of suffering.
Our babies now murdering one another, before our very eyes.
The drunken lust for revenge running rampid in our streets,
"Biblical" times manifesting within our burned out grieving cries.
No help, no aid, no love, no hugs, no kisses, no truth anymore.
The best of: Confusion, Bewilderment, Grief, Sorrow are the covetted new norm.
I want off, I want out, I want to go, anywhere by here.
But experience has taught me well through all these suffering years.
No matter where one runs to hide, to retreat, to refresh, to rest
These hideous faces of arrogance, find One ALWAYS, with no Love to bless.
To Watch, to Hear, to Feel, to Know. NO NO, believing is not enough!!
The inadequacy of our tortured souls in an attempt regain stolen ground.
To be mocked, to be ridiculed, to be left as dead. A worthless pile of flesh
My soul will morn forever more from feasting my eyes on decades of death.
A heart so broken and torn, it screams at me so silently, " I can't breath."
End of ...
😉✌
P.S. great interview w/ D.W. ...
Really?
<he hehe>