As A Poet And Writer, I Deeply

When That Devil's Bullet Lodged Itself Inside The Body Of Martin Luther King, He Had Already Begun An Astonishing Mobilization Of Poor, Black, White, Latino Americans Who Had Nothing To Lose. They Would Challenge Our Government To Eliminate Exploitative, Merciless, And War-mongering Policies, Nationwide, Or Else "tie Up The Country" Through "means Of Civil Disobedience." Dr. King Intended To Organize Those Legions Into "coercive Direct Actions" That Would Make Of Babylon A Dysfunctional Behemoth Begging For Relief. Is It Any Wonder He Was Killed?

Revolution Always Unfolds Inside An Atmosphere Of Rising Expectations.

The Courts Cannot Garnish A Fathers Salary, Nor Freeze His Account, Nor Seize His Property On Behalf Of His Children, In Our Society. Apparently This Is Because A Kid Is Not A Car Or A Couch Or A Boat.

If We Lived In A Democratic State Our Language Would Have To Hurtle, Fly, Curse, And Sing, In All The Common American Names, All The Undeniable And Representative And Participating Voices Of Everybody Here.

I Think I Have Come To A Place Where I'm Able To Feel More Comfortable About Being Honest.