Transcribed from a spoken word improv night at O’Lounge, Song-tan, Republic of Korea. First performed by Karin a.k.a. Bloodjay 26/OCT/16.
I hate how everyone wants to pretend everything’s been all right all along
Like a third of the country isn’t meeting the end of their lives in the wrong
How they can take a single, powerful “Matter”
And turn into a rug when it should be a banner!
They just sweep up problems as if they never existed
When the best we on the high ground can do is assist instead of
Resisting and desisting,
Meanwhile everyone else fights to simply live with everything they are–their whole might!
And they still all fall on the wayside
I hate how all these kids are going out to play
While gunshots reign and dirty water sprays and everyone’s praying, but nobody saves–!
But that’s a normal day for this neighborhood.
And that sentence right there is meant to sit well, be chewed, and understood.
Normalcy. Right. Well.
There was this normal idea at the beginning of this country’s life that “all men are equal–except some of them.”
We’ve come a long way since that time–
I hope to God, anyway.
So when a third of this country is being swept under the rug
I hope that doesn’t sit well with all, if not some.
There are no exceptions. No exemptions. Everyone is included now.
Blacks. Hispanics. Even the black and hispanic cops.
Out there living their free lives–Everyone getting shot.
–BAM BAM–For one reason or another
Brothers and sisters split. Mothers and fathers bereft of their children just quit.
And people wonder why the city goes to shit.
People like to pretend, “Oh nothing’s wrong. Look about!”
While the house around them burns to the ground
But so help me God, if another one comes to my door with:
“Not just Black people–All lives matter! Take down that sign–just move it!
I’ll (make pounding motions, then restrain self)
So ALL lives matter? Fucking prove it.