As dusk blanketed the city, we retrieved in our
meadows of sadness, while others
sensationalized in the appreciation of our madness,
as days turned to weeks, then months and years, they antagonized, those who dared to scratch the surface of the truth.
An illusion that played like a symphony at the Lincoln center,
as many dozed off, drank, and shot up poison to quench their
lost yesterday’s that they once cherished and remembered in
their rearview mirror.
It dawned our impressionable minds
that tomorrow could be silenced
and cast to the side, while others continued to make memories, dancing, partying, celebrating milestones, like sheep’s, you were told to stand down because your existence was not warranted.
Gaslighting, manipulation, expulsion even tyranny were forced down your thought, like a rape victim being forced to perform sadistic acts out of will.
The tolerance was set for the beginning, and you didn’t know you were part of the whole crew that already had a stage name, location, or script ready to be auditioned.
As you swallowed every inch of cum, because you were told that was part of your role, and if you didn’t comply, you would have to pay with your life.
Sedation and compliancy became the vanguard for those who never held a position of power. They mocked and deployed their slaves to menace society at will, as they gloated in their white lily townhouse parties with no diapers covering their precious physique.
Subsequently, enslaved people conducted their daily routine checks of compliancy, giving tickets at the luxury of their masters, as others lost their living. And gauge if their compliance sufficed their liberty and freedom.
As many pushed back and held firm to their beliefs and held vital to their rightful freedom, many succumbed to fear, bullying and silence as though they knew they had rights from the first place.
What is freedom when you knew you had it and took it for granted? And when enslaved people took cleave to those who understood their freedom, hated them in public and celebrated them in private.
Standing for something takes courage, balls, and willingness to lose everything because if you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.
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