...strum... your life... before a tree... an aspen... a black locust... in the city... outside your buidling... sing ancient anthems of qawaalli... even as hummers and suv's blare f this and that and bitch this and bitch that... and those marked with the fitted of oppressed bounce their heads... someone shot on the corner for looking at the wrong person for too long... the pandemic of violence gets lost in the neoliberal cable of policing... they are one realm of the wrong... there are layers... violence... history... entitlement...
...i ran into a friend duo out in olney... in philly... looking at a house... the house was beautiful... the houses in this neighborhood were all majestic... don't be fooled one of the women said... there are shootouts here daily.... my house got broken into 3 times... really? i asked... but this neighborhood is predominantly mansions... why would anyone living in a mansion want to shoot up other people...?... i thought... i asked... well... why?... entitlement, both women said... they think somebody owes them something... wants everything handed to them... don't want to put in the work... and then have the nerve to complain... both women took turns speaking... funny i thought... bring people in from the academic activist world and they'd thing it was a huddle of white supremacists trump supporters... but ask people who live in the neighborhood... have to live with the terror that gest romanticized and rationalized in the liberal media... and you get a different story...
...the disconnect...
...Connect... with Love... which is fearless... by being Love...
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