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  • ajthewriter 16w

    Movement
    On hurried feet
    Through an insatiable crowd

    Is more than movement
    Run Day × aj

    #irunwithAhmaud

  • ajthewriter 16w

    Scrolling through this tragedy,
    Wearing masks so I can breathe,
    Everywhere, the same thing's happening
    So much pain that I can't grieve
    I feel the fury of my peers
    Riot through this quarantine
    I feel the aching of my fears
    Stabbing at the spine of me
    And then the urge to break this cycle
    And then the urge to take a stand
    And then the urge to raise a fist
    And then the strength to make demands
    A sudden glimpse of heritage
    The cure for struggle amidst this pain
    A place to put my focus on
    When every angle hurts the same

    The Focal Point × aj

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 16w

    Speak to me now about a day
    When black and unarmed is not the same
    As black and criminal
    Or black and threatening
    Or black and disposable
    Or black and target

    -A Task for the Future

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 16w

    Got us all at war with peace
    Askin'

    "Hey man!
    How come you don't love my blackness?"

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 16w

    If not the smoke, pollution
    If not the air, pollution
    If not the racism, pollution
    If not the anger, pollution
    If not the system, polluted
    If not the ghosts, pollutants
    If not the past, polluters
    If not anxiety, pollution
    If not these games, polluted
    If not the war, *see extinction*
    If not society, polluted
    If not oppression, pollution
    If not these suggested gender roles, political pollution
    If not religion, polluted, polluted, polluted
    If not white supremacy, there is no word for this sickness
    If not misogyny, pollutants indeed,

    Then the concept of law is what smothers us
    Until we can't breathe
    Until we can't breathe
    Until we can't breathe

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 16w

    Turning over inside, and thus not a blind eye,
    This jolt from deep slumber wreaks of sadness
    And rage

    "He called for his mother,"
    the sources say

    I find when I can't breathe,
    I do the same

    Anxiety Riots × aj

  • ajthewriter 16w

    As daylight comes
    Slowly sinking in,
    It's muted and still
    in the corner of the room

    Black I bet,
    The elephant,
    Black and filled with memory

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 18w

    It's like,
    Everyone's watching you closely
    But nobody sees you

    -To be Black and Woman

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 18w

    Make your predictions
    Do the thing I pity the most, poke fun at mercy
    Confusing whoever it Is I am trying to love for
    Whoever it is I am trying to be

    I see up close

    The condemnation between your teeth
    words, limiting in range
    Words, I cannot begin to speak for us
    -for you or for the irony in me

    Two by two we previously came
    Now once again, we are individuals
    All these emotions crowning high expectations
    You purge my lips for poems and prayer

    Ache for apology while I bleed out this new forgiveness
    A woman In rage, fists tightly closed
    Withholding my tithes to your lowly transgressions
    Overlooking the literature and thus, the plague

    Of yet another bad religion

    on the bedside table sits an empty frame,
    The purest understanding of grand illusion
    I guessed you moved and imagined you moving,
    Far Into the future

    The holy ghost which never came

    ©ajthewriter

  • ajthewriter 18w

    You win!

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    Soulmate

    This is the longest game
    Of hide and seek
    I've ever played

    ©ajthewriter