#black future month

LOVE Pt. 7

“AGAPE… is a love that seeks nothing in return. It is an overflowing love; it’s what theologians would call the love of God working in the lives of men. And when you rise to love on this level, you begin to love men, not because they are likable, but because God loves them.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.

weromans:

Please make a donation to the Ferguson Public Library.

The flashes, a siren, a stretched-out roar—and you are not the guy and still you fit the description because there is only one guy who is always the guy fitting the description.

Get on the ground. Get on the ground now. I must have been speeding. No, you weren’t speeding. I wasn’t speeding? You didn’t do anything wrong. Then why are you pulling me over? Why am I pulled over? Put your hands where they can be seen. Put your hands in the air. Put your hands up.

Then you are stretched out on the hood. Then cuffed. Get on the ground now.

Each time it begins in the same way, it doesn’t begin the same way, each time it begins it’s the same. Flashes, a siren, the stretched-out roar—

Maybe because home was a hood the officer could not afford, not that a reason was needed, I was pulled out of my vehicle a block from my door, handcuffed and pushed into the police vehicle’s backseat, the officer’s knee pressing into my collarbone, the officer’s warm breath vacating a face creased into the smile of its own private joke.

Each time it begins in the same way, it doesn’t begin the same way, each time it begins it’s the same.

Go ahead hit me motherfucker fled my lips and the officer did not need to hit me, the officer did not need anything from me except the look on my face on the drive across town. You can’t drive yourself sane. You are not insane. Our motion is wearing you out. You are not the guy.

FRAGMENTVMCitizen: An American Lyric

Sunt luces, acutus sonitus, gemitus extentus—tu non es quidem iste quaerendus sed vultus est similis, quod satis est unum habere omnium vultum.

Te demitte. Nunc te demitte. Necesse est me celerius movere. Non celeriter moves. Non celerius moveo? Nihil iniuste agis. Qua de causa me vexas? Cur vexar? Fac ut tuae manus possint videri. Pone ad caelum tuas manus. Pone sursum tuas manus.

Tum ad vehiculum pressus vinceris. Nunc te demitte.

Res eodem modo incipit cum non eodem modo incipiat; res eodem modo incipit cum incipit. Sunt luces, acutus sonitus, gemitus extentus—

Cum causa non opus sit, fortasse quod mea villa nimium est sumptuosa proximus ianuae vehiculo mei extrahor, vincior et adducor ad vehiculum eius, genu ad iugulum presso, anima expulsa ex ore quod ridet tecti ludi causa.

Res eodem modo incipit cum non eodem modo incipiat; res eodem modo incipit cum incipit.

Opto ut me petas, inquam, cinaede, sed me petere non opus est. Opus est nihil si me eunte meus vultus videtur. Firmum te non potes ducere cum duces tuam animam conterant. Tu non es quidem iste.

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#dear Self: this is the big one. Practice breathing. Leave your hands to floating—don’t thrash, even when the small fish get in the way.

#dear Self: the most beautifullest thing in this world is ur smile. Show it, often.

#dear NYC: u made this cali girl anti-social. I’ve learned so much from u. NO: staring, touching, talking to or smiling @ strangers

#dear daughter: i fear for ur safety. i pray for the way u rise like the sun. i praise the day u see all this fight in my marrow is 4 u

#dear she: we be falling short of our own expectations cause we too busy trynna create men from the shards of their shortcomings

#dear she: imma need you to take responsibility. there are some of us that should be held accountable for breaking the spirit of good men.

FRAGMENTVM #Dear Twitter, @mobrowne

Carina sibi S.: Res prima, quae ad animam meditaris. mihi licet levis manibus innare—noli flagellare, cum piscelli te morantur.

Carina sibi S.: Subridens facis diem pulcherrimum; saepe age.

Carina Novo Eboraco S.: Fecisti ut Californiae haec alios metuam; didici hospites non spectare e te, non tangere, loqui, ridere.

Carina filiae S.: Metuo ut sis tuta; precor ut quomodo sol oriatur, sic tu; utinam intellegas pro te ossibus me laborare.

Carina puellae S.: Spem fallimus, quippe cum viros fingamus qui peccatis fracti sunt

Carina puellae S.: Redda rationem; aliquae animum bonorum frangunt.

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Mahogany best wishes to herself: The foremost thing is that you meditate on your breath. You’re allowed to float with light hands—do not thrash, when little fish delay you.

Mahogany best wishes to herself: You make the day most beautiful when smiling; do it often.

Mahogany best wishes to New York: You made this Californian woman fear others; I have learned from you not to look at strangers, not to touch, to speak, to smile.

Mahogany best wishes to her daughter: I fear that you are not safe; I pray that however the sun rises, so do you; may you understand that I work to my bones for you.

Mahogany best wishes to a girl: We deceive hope, of course when men mold us who have broken us with promises.

Mahogany best wishes to a girl: Take back the reckoning: some women break the spirit of good men.