We/Oui (pt. i)

You see...I’m scared of the future and for the next generation,cuz as society “progresses,” i see the fall of a nation.A nation that is the product of a million and one frustrations:economic disparity and failing public education.Political corruption, rising gun violence rates andmedical and mental patients without hopes of salvation.

and it seems like all of these problems share a similar foundation:a country’s independence declaration through inherent discrimination.but my proclamation is nothing short of recreation...I leisurely spit these words to shed light to a recycled situation:one that invokes a blind perpetuation of the constant segregationbetween the millions of black and brown hearts filled with hesitationand their white counterpart relations.

And I can't stand the fact that every time I turn on a news report station,another unarmed body falls as the result of "supposed" retaliation.An innocent life lost, and yet what suffers is their reputation.Undeserved degradation due to the media's manipulation.Like when they portrayed Mike Brown with possible gang affiliationrather than the cap and gown from his high school graduation.

Or how about Sandra Bland and her forged portrait rotation?There's no way we can forget her smile's heartwarming sensationand sure the physical chains are unshackled, but take this into consideration:where lies the justice supposedly rooted in this land of "liberation"?

Oh right,stripped by another cop lacking the qualificationsdeemed fit for his occupation.And don't tell me that a trained officer can't handle a little confrontationwithout the need to pull out his gun while his heart's steadily racing.I guess two hands up don't speak for themselves, we need some more communication.Start a conversationcuz with every false accusation follows another failed investigation.another paid vacationbut when will this country's ego come to truth realization?

cuz I know you know we need somerehabilitationreformed legislationconsistent remediationobligatory meditationand can we please release the cure for cancerman... f*** your radiationcuz we know it's causing more harm the than mediationin the name of medicalization

and please excuse my language for it's only indicationthat we need a little arbitrationand a little more determinationperhaps some supreme divinationso we can foresee a future so bright it could only beg for verificationunder a possible adjudicationor maybe just an open deliberation...

Cuz iI speak these words of persuasiononly and hopefully to invoke some inspirationthat might spark the kind of motivationneeded for collective mobilizationrather than the need for relocationcus this countrythis earththis world can still be a safe havenas long as we still believe in unification.

and yes... I've got a big imaginationbut my dreams are immense and so intensethat they demand emancipationwithout misinterpretationjust true love contemplationat least this is my adjuration