You can take my water
IhaveamotherafatherIhavealakebymyhomewithadogItaketothatlake Ihaveasistera brother and a bird that visits me each morning as we go to my lake at daybreak
The lake is a pool in my heart my heart an island in that lake I visit my heart in water I swim its beating waters You can evaporate my water but can’t extinguish my heart You might clench what is beating but you can’t grasp my springs.
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Time pieces
Things seen and overheard:
1992:
At a sporting event somewhere in the D.C. metropolitan area:
“If a jury acquitted a cop of beating one of us there wouldn’t be any riot.” 1993:
A thirteen-year-old kid
at a religious youth event in Montgomery County, Maryland:
“They all have names like Shaniqua and Towanda.
Darnell, Sharell, and Mwaka. Names that aren’t even real.”
1995:
In a house in Richmond
on a youth getaway weekend:
“Oh yeah. She’s got a jigaboo boyfriend. Nappy hair and bubble lips.”
2005:
A few days after Katrina, at a Labor Day Weekend picnic in a backyard of suburban Hartford:
“Did you see those jigaboos looting their own grocery stores?” 2015:
And these remarks taken from the comments section of a YouTube video found at random:
“Hitler was right. The Blacks have nobody equal to Shakespeare.”