"I Speak to God in Public" Poem - The D.C. "People's Action" Protest Morning

I speak to God in public.

I speak truth to the powers given to me by opportunity.

Although sometimes I feel like a phony,

Because I may not be the most informed on the issues that directly affect me,

& I know that I should.

I know that I should.

But boy does it pain me to realize the weight my culture was enslaved with.

Weight so heavy it takes a village to keep just 1 alive, two if we're lucky.

Where's the justice in backwards loops of history?

Seems like freedom is a cheap sale label that really means "broken and never fixed in the first place"

Freedom was never fixed in the 1st place.

Freedom was never fixed- to fit us-

in the 1st place.

So you're stuck between unjust society and an unjust death that goes under-attended by all but those who feel that 1 is a representation of all.

I do not wish to die soon.

Society does not seems to find my fit in the way that wealth works

And trust, my world is rich in things-

that the vast majority can never get their hands on.

A universe that harvests greed and selfishness when the crops became too scarce for the wealth to be shared.

Sometimes I think of all the things that I can find wrong with the way that life circulates the vibrations that spread growth and a surplus of things

I believe it must be a test.

And I believe I'm strong enough to create growth within the vibrations of my love.

Enough to grow for everyone.

Turns out-

It only takes two to grow a village.

I speak to God in public.

I speak to God in public. -

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