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		the revolution 
                          (will be televised)

the revolution will be televised
bodycams and cellphone pics 

i see it.

you  see it.
    it’s everywhere

    bodies bleeding out
	on our streets
	in our cars
    young black men
    over skittles
	and hawking cds

we live in a world
    of fear and hatred

	of the thin blue line
	of the people wearing their dark black skin
	of bullets
	of bullets
	of bullets
    piercing bodies
	    D E A D

and i don’t worry for my son 
    in the same way my friends worry for theirs’
	       chances are
	my son will survive
	walking the streets with skittles
			        and hoodies
			        and cds

and truth be told
	i hide behind my whiteness
i pass
     my grandmother’s beautiful darkness
	bleached to bone white through the generations
     her eyes
	married Wichita, Kansas
	and mine blaze blue
     generation after generation 
			we have whitened
	and lost our powers of speech
	       lost our spanish tongues

i pass

so it’s time for me 
	to speak   UP

to mention the thin blue line
	and dark black skin
	and of the bullets 
	           the bullets
	           the bullets
			that pierce the bodies of our kin
			that pierce the bodies of dark skin

the revolution will be televised
	and here it is caught on cell phone video
     we watch snuff films from the 
			of our laptops

     we cry our tears

and it’s time to say 
		 	 E N O U G H
because it is well past time
and i don’t want to have to explain this much death
				         this many bullets
				         this much pain
				to my six year old son
			i want his innocence to remain intact
				i want Travon’s life to remain intact
				and Alton’s
				and Micheal’s

the revolution 
(will be televised)
eeyore_grrl: (carey purple streaks)
		        Isadora Duncan

tears no longer worked
	nor silence
	and dance was no longer saving her soul
rumor has it that          she begged
				she begged an italian sculptor for another baby
					another chance for that love
	 	for the streaming of wind against her mind
								her soul

barefoot dancer across the stage
	her movements natural
	borne of one another

      the child could not hold 
		its soul conflicted
			death hours after birth
				its soul streaming along ley lines
					her wishes and magic foiled
					leaving her childless 
						yet again

loss is so final
this child joins his siblings
	playing ring-a-round the rosie 
dancing with small bare feet in heaven  

there is beauty in dance

music moves through the air
bodies sway, skip across the floor
arms and legs akimbo
loose tunic streaming behind as she moves 
across the dance floor
		she is beauty and creation
		she is a force for change and joy

	three griefs weigh her heart
the world is cold and unforgiving
she danced for life
	stories told through barefoot movement
	her styled blossomed
breaking form 
toe shoes and leotards left at the ballet barre
grecian tunic 
	leaping, short hair streams in 

a gift of beauty
	a silk scarf long and painted
a gift of friendship 
freedom is always peeking from the next destination
	a promise of hope
		  of solace
she rides towards freedom top down
	the wind pulls at her skin
	long scarf flowing, streaming
		adding beauty to the invisible air currents

drive off towards beauty
	the past is streaming behind
		taking its tears
		          its loss with it	

	be careful, my friend
	all dances end
		be careful, Isadora
	you can use your scarf to swaddle your children 
                                              in heaven

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