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Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cultural Felo-de-se

I’ve never experienced the actual urge to flee my skin to discard these layers of blackness until tonight. As my fortitude gradually exited my conscious thought and for the first time I was consumed with this overwhelming desire to acquire whiteness. But as I commuted on that ridiculous slave ship from Crown to Church Ave, I realized it was more than just this burden of blackness but the condemnation of this impoverish culture and the way it is replicated and transcended throughout these broken streets and robotic bodies. I’m constantly bombarded by this intense presence of grave doom; daily combating this realism of black fate. This American blackness is like a festering disease borrowing through the deep layers of my soul, ceasing my truths and reconfiguring my DNA. I’m tired and I want to go home. But the bitter truth is the home I cling to does not exist anymore. It’s consumed with its own ideals of cultural deconstruction…

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