a book reopened. a chapter not resumed but rewritten. a late summer evening disguised as may 16. a few more babies, a few less colonizers, . a slate wiped clean. felt like home. or rather, it felt like a home i used to live in that other people have since moved into, and i was just visiting. i can't help it - i will always be drawn by the magnetic
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almost sounds like gentrification
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And again, "politics" vs. politics. Difference being one is only about hate, while the other is love vs. hate.
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i guess i've sat back and reflected on the "safe space" thang, and since nobody seemed to ever question it, we missed out on asking ourselves, "safe... for whom?"
we were all guilty of it, myself included. i guess tuesday night brought back the memories of brothas and sistas who we may have done dirty by clowning them, openly or covertly. folks who came through once or twice and never came again. there were alot of them. (sonny bonoho's performance of "strippa" in '01 STILL deserves a laugh, tho).
as for the clowning that happened internally, especially when we'd mock each others pieces during rehearsal... man, i actually DO miss that. by then it was all good cause we were fam. i just feel real bad for those who never had the chance to feel that way b/c they felt discouraged, rather than encouraged, after an open mic experience.
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the very fist peace.. they voiced their struggles... i think (prolly almost) every peace after that they voiced their struggles...
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