Sometimes I want to burn my diploma and degree
When the autodidact grabbed the driver seat
History was redacted and crossed out
Before excavating began
Gasps were emitted
When the bodies and blood were revealed
The horrors became more gross
As the tales came from my own home country
Tulsa, Rosewood, Natchez, and so many more
The brutality came to light without me being in a classroom
Mass murders and unfettered violence
As the perpetrators were never held to account
Worse yet, encouraged to inflict as much suffering as possible
The so-called third world jumps out of their collective seats
While telling this side of the hemisphere how they can’t talk
Prepare to stare at the kettle
See the planks through the blindfolds
These noses should be lowered
To smell the carnage that was once buried
As the innocents scream from beyond the afterlife
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Critically Scared…
Bloodstained histories
Under threat of being blocked
By prejudiced hands
The Illusions That Exalt The Masses Vs. A Thousand Truths
Deception wore the most luxurious diadems
Filling echo chambers from coast to coast
Banging tunes with subterfuge for lyrics
CGI correction over atrocities assuming if there’s no pixelation in sight
Like a thousand flocks of ostriches
Heads depart into suburban dunes
Maybe that California girl was right about the world being chained
Tunnel vision in full effect
Walls emerge to block veritable light
Instead of LCD skies
Yet the cogs of the illusions keep turning
Through blissful inaction
…But I Know I Was Right
Gas lamps have been lit
Pointing and wagging fingers
Claiming observations and facts are erroneous
Always being told things were the opposite
Violating the brain in secret
Once the correct words came out
Faces begin to steam
Some were from phony friends
Fairweather attitudes were the aptitude for deception
All have forced me to craft a shield even when my correctness could pierce through armor of pyrite hues
Sometimes I’d rather be right especially when I KNOW I was right
The Cheddar Gorge Shattered Preconceptions

Somerset had the key that no one knew they needed
The reconstruction on seeing an origin
A genesis that would floor beliefs and prejudices
Gough’s Cave marked the spot
For the oldest remains of these isles
The reminders ebb and flow
A rising tide emerged
Which deflected all questionable and ulterior angles
Rising in both sides of the Atlantic
The rebuilding through science
Shattered the imagined ideals for those who think the country should be one way
Especially those who didn’t know the crown came from Wettin
And not from the Square Mile
Some originators came by surprise to shatter one’s worldview
From several millennia ago
The photo of the Cheddar Man is originally from the BBC.
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The world became under watch
When so many pretended to be appointed
From divine right
A fraction of them bathed in blissful ignorance
The frays in the cerebrum commenced
Such combating wasn’t of the physical realm
Lances of shame clashed at all hours
Before ad hominems and strawmen were frayed in the chainmail
Critical hits were imminent
Correction reversed into the masses
When feigning being right was considered being right
Gavels and Planks
All point the finger
Trembling for gavels in hand
Denying their planks
Too Many Vices, Too Many Frustrations
Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of the chaos
2021 certainly has it’s issues to say the least
Tension is still fraught and the year isn’t half done yet
This won’t go away with a light switch
The pressure was too far to even allow a finger to turn positivity on
Hatred still permeates
Teachers take pictures of their feet on the necks of 10 year olds
People figuratively and literally push each other with prejudice
Petty arguments pile up online or offline
Social media slave auctions occur in schools
With little punishments happening
Bone rooms become exposed in universities
How far has society truly progressed?
It’s a deluge of sorrows and paranoia
In the crosswinds of division
When the heart is pumped with gloom from the earth
Undeserved Pedestals
Icons were forced to the masses
Spotlights, plaques, trophies, statues
All on full display
A finger from out of nowhere points to these sights
Without any audibles, the crowd mindlessly cheers
You know what they say about 50,000 or more fans, right?
The contrary was ignored
As heroes did insidious things off-camera
Caustic words, disrespect, subterfuge, even genocides
Yet they still get extolled
Pedestals become broken
When the unknowns and the slandered should’ve had them
Real heroes don’t call themselves heroes
The ones forced are always the ones who cause disappointment
Fandom Shaming Poem
Liking anything is difficult in this day and age
Sincerity dies by tweets and statuses
God forbid anyone is a fan of anything (that isn’t a sport, cars, or shoes)
Backhanded compliments
To overt insults
Are the name of the game
To be detrimental to another person
“What you like is worthless!”
“Only an idiot would like this.”
“You have such crappy taste.”
They all say that to one’s face or through an avatar
Especially when they want to want the fan’s world burn via burner accounts
Fandoms become factions willing to fight for their loves
A cycle could happen
As one gets burned far too many times
“Oh, you’re allowed to make fun of what I like?”
Says the scorned fan
“Now I’m going to reflect your verbal assaults.”
The shaming begins on the other sides
When first stones were thrown due to one’s affinity
Does it truly serve them right even if they were the aggressors?