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It’s Glendale, California, early 1930's. Black people know they have to be outside the city limits before dark.
Mama, a civil rights activist before the title had hardly been invented, tells me about the injustice of the so-called “sundown laws.”
Mama tells me about the hardships the sundown laws cause for hardworking people, like the Black maids who work in the big houses in the Rossmoyne district up near the country club. “If they’re not out of town before sundown, they’re harassed by the police, and sometimes they’re picked up and dropped at the city limits. Some of them even... (more)
She corrects her stance, moves past the monitor where she has coasted and coexisted since her arrival. She always finds the balance to appease the elements at theWorkstation. She makes her best attempt to adjust the interface, shooting with both eyes open and a purity of heart un-battered by behavior, unbuttered by lifestyle.
Her half-mind races to theNetwork as if she just might further a legend. She thinks about social organization and how it is now finally paying a toll. Yes, as it should--not in the spirit of sacrifice, but from a place of hunger, the kind of hunger needing no food... (more)
She goes into theJungle, finds a thick-walled containment structure with a hefty piece of metal inscribed Batter needs the right fluff to blow it out of the park.
She thinks. So, the rainforest fetes a new siren for winners staying in the hunt.
Once a holding ground for wily veterans and cagy upstarts, a unanimous nannie structure of choice when the old ionization blackouts came, turning an old storage site into a belly of an echo--the recant of a society that settles for only the crimes at hand with spent fuel robots.
A bygone path leads up, and in its perpetual sleepiness,... (more)
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Is this why we fall apart?The stupid idea of a broken heart.Surely if it breaks we should die,And send our souls toward the sky.
Lies we’re told as we grow old,Of roses romance and lifetime love.Why don’t we crush our bonesAnd eat our flesh,Consume ourselves and be our own.Gnaw and grind on blood and bone,And eat our lives alone.No leftovers to share.
I started on my left foot,And reached my knee by night.In the morning weak and tired,I drank my blood and understood.That I, only I could love myself,Enough.
On Tuesday after I’d begun,I started to kiss my fingers... (more)
I have come so far, she thinks, as the cloud frame fades from the monitor and she lingers at theWorkstation with her gentle thoughts--far from where work plays its last card to fight the sky, where mist is more dead than alive, where fate-defying psycho vibes remain at bay, undelivered.
She hasn't, by any measure of photon or quantum, come far at all, not by the standards of the [green robot advertising sustainability politics="grasp"] systems of the global.
Reviewing her most recent data, she glances the harsh horizon through theWorkhouse window and thinks. It's true, when it... (more)
I'm walking down the sandy beach Lord, hoping to hear your voice in me, the world is crazy outside here today, I'm praying you lead me right to your way.
As I walk I pray your here, wanting to feel your touch so true, its hard at times and more pain is near, I'm praying you keep me so safe and sound.
I see the beauty inside my soul, I hear the sounds as I walk the shore, why does my life always seem so poor, I look at others and their world seems so new, why do they act so violent toward you.
I know your touch and how it can change them, why do we all have such a time rearranging... (more)
When the deep dark wind of pain starts folding in around me you take hold of my hands and wrap them in love.
It seems that this way of darkness unfolds right before my eyes it's your love that keeps me alive
So precious is the thought that unwinds of the way things use to be when you found me the first time
You shelter me in Thy Grace Your hands touch my face
Your ways are true when we meet one day in the world anew the shadows will fade and you'll make me new
Oh how I long for the time when I see you coming in the sky your heart in mine the darkness leaves... (more)
To me it appears, as if life is dancing… yes life is dancing for those who are in unrelenting mood to give up smile. Those who are not willing to smile, I beg them, to borrow smile with reasons…If they don’t have any, invent the reason….find the reason…Life cannot be wasted.
Umpteenth time the salacious moments transgressed into my life but I could always go pass such turbulent phase. And now also, I don’t need to fasten my belt, I would tread through. No matter what happens, I know now that, I have the repertoire of experience and unfazed, wish to take a course, which many with their... (more)
She scans theJungle as if an elderly woman watching silent from a rosewood staircase with focused concern, false power. She appears to herself, briefly, as one of the biobots positioned at theWorkstation.
Her monitors put on a show. It's the data that loves her the most. It always will.
Far into the future she will remain actively quiet, without prayer, authorized to run on her own with little interruption of self-instantiated loops and corrections--the most perfect of creatures.
Hers is the kind of data future generations will hold up to a celebrity light.
She amazes... (more)
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Do you ever watch the butterfly?
The beauty in its colors.
The love in its movements
its just like no other.
The butterfly is my favorite
of the bugs and the flowers
the love it shows is like Gods hand
its touch is soft and full of grace
so gentle in its movements like the Lamb.
So as you walk in the spring
watch the butterfly as it lands
see how it moves and let it stand
on the flowers God made for us and it,
take it slow and never skip.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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