The Architecture of Blackness

When we stop get bitten and killed then l will give you, my will. I think we will never arrive
to freedom, but perhaps we will arrive at finding pockets of sovereignty, pockets of love, pockets of care, pockets of wellness and being.

But, is this how you live with yourself? by taking advantage of the disadvantaged. I will
root my feet and move through this chaos. I will weather the unknown and constantly move to next-ness beyond probability and possibility. I will move mountains if that is what it will take for our voice to be heard.