Race-Nonconforming?

"I thought I could be- but then I chose reality, because how can I be? Claimin’ not to be part of society; so-I-see. What’s my race? What’s a race to you? Ain’t it like a competition, my skin color, my epidermis description; a creamy-pinkish with some melanin constellations and a tan. I see whatchya sayin’ though- my race be in a rainbow, a Hopi prophecy, a Mayan-Eye n’ Eye see; magnetizing new ley lines- cuz’ see, colonial means got me white privileging; getting’ a false start in a tyranny regime. Politi-coal, what ya’ tryna pull on me? It is what it seems, I don’t got a lotta turmeric, cinnamon, or cocoa in my cream, but you can paint a picture on me. Tellin’ stories by stars and skin, wash it away in the life, begin again.
What’s a safe person in an unfair race? What’s the language say or you just lookin’ at the shade of a face? Fair skin, fair game, able body? Is that the rules set in place for the race? Cuz’ it don’t feel fair at all when referee don’t speak fo’ everybody when they makin’ a call. How do the pupils seek deep the one-ness, or ya just lookin’ at the color of the iris? The more ya give, the more you get- what’s true government? The OG tribes of this land, and the people who were forced to build the matrix- who got the melanin’ -it’s healing I be sendin’. For the elderly and disabled demanding please, design the place to let them in, cuz’ their lives are more than relevant, it’s time to recognize the truth of creative willingness, instead of desperate enforcement, because we got more sense, than we got coins to mint! Technology is a knowledge, it can be used to command, claim a land, cut our food, used as medicine, abused as a drug, or become a healing hand. As the ancients say, it can be swayed, through the duality of our own choices; shifting reality to clear our voices.
Does a race change within the human face, the game, the wrinkle lines, legs, arms, skin, eyes, genetic ties, greed, lies, what people see and buy, what people choose to love or criticize? Are you part of a tradition, or serving a mission, or protecting a chronic condition? Good, bad, both- how bout’ you live your own oath. What’s a defender of a race? A binder, of a just flow and patient pace? Or definer of who’s times’ in who’s space? Really what is the police? In it for the money or cuz’ they like the suit? Is it cuz’ your brutha’s in it too? Havin’ a blaster, gettin’ to hold it like a master, but Ima’ take it off blast- like why we got these metal things- this is a stupid test- I’m about that de-massacre, namaste, nature the cure… but in truth, we serious, people greedy and racist, so you better protect your home base if that’s where division be taking us, but I’m wondering- where the healing guns at? Like revive me man- I’m blue, your red, find ya teams and we’ll meet again, they tryna make respawn relevant.
A cult, or a cultivating? A bringin’ to life or an invading; invent yourself, so you can do what you gunna do, don’t let distraction dilute you- get out- don’t let them fool ya- but don’t fool yo’self either. Cuz’ we gonna be dancing during this race, protecting the center, so you goin’ keep watchin’ from the sidelines, or be a mentor, or a referee; black and white paid overcrime? Or by a truth trade time? Some, got to be treated better than me like I, got to be treated better than others; thankfulness to the sistas and bruthas and inbetween, trans sons and trans mothers, honor your creativity, what a true family be? Ready, sync, aim at your purpose, find your heart fire and go, we all part of the Earth, Moon, and Sun, ya know- so, who when’s this race won, man- I was dumb, what’s this system, where is the wisdom?”
Originally drafted in 2017, edited and recorded in 2024

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