No Matter — A New Trail Of Tears Installment

Protest Poetry

It’s fresh for me

Brand new

Like it happened only yesterday

I apologize for confusing

I don’t know what to tell you

This cost of being an amnesiac

With no healthcare

Is all consuming

Particularly when you can’t get relief or aid

You used to call me an angel

LOL

I wonder if you still believe that

It’s just a label

I think you know better now what it is

The richness of DNA, activated codons

Connection to The Most High

The swimming in the natural mystic

All of us are capable

Not many every reach it

I never had a choice

All of us are dangling on the edge

I’m a bad bytch

Sure

But I shouldn’t have to be

Life is a right

NOT A GAME!

Why should I have to fight for it!

Life has NEVER been about survival of the fittest

That is propaganda from xenophobic imperialism

Life is about LIVING

The experience of being a human

The being of a human being

Being in the humanness

While living as a spiritual being

A spiritual being within human skin

Human being

Human living

Living as a human being

Language has so much gold, many pearls, treasures, and hints

If we look for them that is

We are here to grow

Learn, adapt, thrive, love

We shouldn’t have to fight to survive

What extremism claims is our fate!

Life has nothing to do with money

That’s nothing more than a control tactic

People wonder why ALL 5 MAJOR RELIGIONS

Speak of a time of paradisiac conditions

Where money didn’t exist

Neither did poverty, or bigotry, or violence

It’s because monetary systems are designed by tyrants

To keep control over populations

It has nothing to do with the experience of living

As a human being

So too many miss the opportunity

To expand their consciousness

Stuck in the enslavement of money, debt, predatory capitalism

Growing into more whole, complete, intelligent, beings

Able to see, do, speak things others can only dream

Can NEVER happen under imperialism that is colonialism that is capitalism

All 99% at the bottom are fodder

To keep the 1% in control of the monetary puppet strings

Being blind or un-awakened to this

Is a tyrants fantasy!

They bask in the glory of abusing people

Who worship them for doing it

I’ll pass

My integrity means more to me than acceptance by deviants

Me, support a deviants escape from accountability

NEVER!

The matter is material is 3D living

Not monetary but a perspective of experiencing existence

I do so in multiple dimensions

If one person can impede my ability to earn a living

Then obviously there is not equality

The claim is fake

So unless there is radical change

The chaos will continue to be the collective destiny

We all face

A hellish fate

The perception through which we view consciousness

Matter being the manifestation of this vision

Money can’t buy that experience

It literally blocks it

So the equitable distribution of resources is a must

Or hell

Just get rid of a dependence on the monetary system

But civilization is far from this level of advancement

That doesn’t mean that we should suffer and die

To keep the lies secret

All so the predators can escape with ALL resources in their purses

The wealthy elite

At the “top of the food chain”

Have no capacity to even feel along a healthy spectrum

Let alone

Experience life from the perspective of a health perception

So why would anyone worship this form

Of arrested development?

The planet deserves better than total collapse

Humanity can and does produce more evolved humans

So why not let those who know how to fix the problems

Apply solutions?

The fact that humans are considered “food” in a “chain”

Should tell you EVERYTHING!

Humans are not born to live survival of the fittest

ALL life is fit that’s why it exists

When you deviate from life

You push yourself out of the life spectrum

Like torturing women and children simply because they exist

You think that’s living?

No

It’s dead

So are those who are proponents of such behaviors

I survived it all

No thing they concocted

Could contain me

It’s no fun when you’re the only one who knows

Cruel when it’s intentionally muted

Yet I remain more heavily censored than the Taliban

Simply for blowing the whistle as I was instructed

SMH

I live like a terrorist would

In my own indigenous homelands

My truth, history, culture, heritage, spirituality and even skin

Illegal

What does that leave me with

Pinned in to the extent that I cant even leave my home

Penniless

Punished as if I did something to deserve it

All turned on me

Claiming not to know my name

No matter

I keep moving anyway

Constantly stalked, hacked

Even my poetry becomes controversial

Because I “tell it like it is”

Remember when popular culture

Promoted such behaviors as “appropriate”

Just not when people with Black skin apply it

Or when accurate

No matter

I’m used to it

Batterers never stop abusing

They simply get better at hiding it

I can’t imagine being someone okay with that

Supporting those who behave that way

Claiming this is some kind of “solution”

It’s insane

Evil is as evil does

It’s not a mystery

It’s not a philosophy

It’s not impossible to understand

People make up rationalizations

To hide their own actions

Never giving a care

For the the trauma, torture, suffering their actions create

No matter

I’m me anyway!