Truth is my Compass, & Wisdom my Helm.

The world is a war zone, freedom is under attack, and we are living in the trenches.

Hey Hillbilly: I know you may see a coon in my skin. I understand you sip ignorance and feast upon hate. I would too, if I were a white person living in a white house of unrequited white-amerikan dreams.

You, catcalling misogynistic Black male: Your mother spoiled you stupid. You now think “black woman” is a synonym for WHORE, how did this happen? I understand she has protected you from prison’s gate by dishing you what little love she failed to feed herself.

Hi Ms. Martha’s Vineyard: Your self-entitlement bears the stench of a skunk’s foul odor. Of course, you think I am an affirmative-action blacky—I see it in your eyes and hear it in your tone. I understand you only know white people like you, who have as much money as you do.

Dear Elder, Church-goer: I am not going to hell for dressing in ways less feminine than you are comfortable with; and yes, I am a lesbian. But I know you wouldn’t be the kind to throw the first stone, right?

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I once thought all white folks were simpleminded, until I held and loved a white woman. I used to revel in my indifference towards my immigrant Mexican neighbors, who flee their homes because NAFTA has made farming unprofitable. As in, our free trade bears the cost of livelihood for Mexicans. I had thought the Japanese were not my people, and then I learned of Hiroshima, Nagasaki and the internment camps. I was certain that Indians in India were taking my potential jobs, and then I learned that Indians were hired for their cheap currency—cheaper labor.

I once believed that everyone had to fend for themselves, and then I discovered self-love. Love born within the cracks of my soul fed my appetite for survival.

Once my soul became full, I decided to live. But I cannot live if my fellow humans are dying and barely surviving. If you breathe, I am your comrade. If you have not survived, I will avenge your departure by solidifying our compatriots. The world is our home and I will poke truth in every face of antipathy.

Call me cunt, nigger, faggot, wish me death under your breath; lynch me in your mind and rape me with your eyes, but let me sit in your ear and untie these lies.

I know your hatred is an unintelligent expression for needs unmet and feelings unnamed.

But if I wish to live and be free, I must love those bent upon hating me. I can love you because I am freedom’s child—and so are you. We are the descendants of liberty, let’s be soldiers for freedom together.

I am a Captain, and as such, I order you to cast aside the defective lies that have blinded your heart’s eyes.

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I am tossing incendiary love grenades and blasting deference into hatred’s army.

                                will you join me?

                                                                    freedom is a long journey…