my consciousness like the
dancing of an evening mist...
a time of reflections and
contemplations of the past no
one wants to ever admit exists...
and yet we know better even
though we weren't there, believing
in the words recorded in the
great books that we used to
study from in school... we
are encouraged not to believe
what we have been told as it is
a white truth not a black one
and I wonder if that has
anything to do with a lie... a
new history is generated to
explain the present with the
understanding that all of our
past will be false again...
the responsibility on the young
to write history as they want it
to be... making it much easier
to remember even though
histories are no longer reflected
upon as they are temporary and
will never be repeated... we are
at the mercy of the present and
those who take more than give.
21 October 2021
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