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Dear George,
I apologize for not being there to help you resist the demise of your existence, It's obvious that the officers wasn't listening, as they pent you in that awkward position, as you told them that - You couldn't breath..... It seems as if the officer was more concerned with the placement of his knee, While exercising his dominance with one hand in his pocket, showing the ones who were watching that he is clearly, - Choking you out with ease... This situation is still mind boggling to me, so I pray that your killing doesn't be in vein... And that the next time a Blue collar makes an arrest for a White collar crime, that individual doesn't end up slain, "George Floyd," may the world remember your name! - My Letter 2 George-
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See, by being a fan of words one will be able to enjoy the recreation that comes along with having a conversation,
Utilizing adjectives to showcase our admiration, For the people, places and things that we've come to respect while exercising verbal salutations.... But lately, I've been contemplating....Why do we as people hold meaningless conversations with idol words that hold no sense of edification....? Words with no verbs causes an intellectual ache and - "Mediocrity" is something I'm really starting to hate and, - It's starting to put things in its proper perspective..... Like, - What is our main objective??...Are we moving with purpose or are we just being worthless?? Spending this type of time with ourselves will provoke these types of thoughts & allow these types of questions to arise to surface, And only then will we start to re-evaluate.... Are the things that we once loved starting to become the things that we now hate??.. The heavy coughing continues to aggravate & put a strain on my father’s chest, and his, - One Lung,
As he fights for the oxygen he needs, he leans over to grab his pack of cigarettes. The smoking is a contributing reason behind the chemo & radiation treatment that left my father battling with, - One Lung, But he continues to move about like there is no regrets.... back & forth to the emergency room is an experience for my father that is near to death. While in the hospital we find out that the cause for my father's shortness of breath is b/c he has fluid on his, - One Lung, fungus on his, - One Lung & on top of that, he has also caught pneumonia, on his, - One Lung... As of today my father is getting better, so I thank God as I continue to pray & ask Him to bless my father with the Strength, Courage & Wisdom he needs to continue the fight for his health with his, - One Lung - POETIC! – Her patience and tolerance are laudable attributes…
But responsibility comes with being an elder, And bet with her experiences, “She can make some things happen too.” Kaleidoscope vision, will perplex your basic intuition…
Look’n a painting that is twisted will only have You guessing, like, “What is it that I’m missing?” But some things just aren’t to be figured out. IDK who, IDK what, and I definitely don’t know where…
But I thought that police want to protect and serve, So why these clowns over here looking like they’re scared? My mother, Pamela Monique Hubbard, is my definition of greatness....
Because as a youngen, - I was able to witness her, "Strengths" through her Adversity - weight lifts, Hard times would get hard, but she would keep her chin up & back straight like her spinal cord came equipped w/braces.... - My mother, An advocate of the African culture, but she's far from a racist, She just be bias towards that fake sh*t, & that snake sh*t, And towards those with the power to talk but would choose to hold their tongues & say sh*t, - Before Beyonce' she would slay quick! - .....I remember my mother being a secretary, then she started to do hair, Then she switched to the social work care, then from there - It was off into Beach Brook, Then eventually Umidop, but the work there had to stop b/c she couldn't tolerate with the bullsh*t that she took, So within one look, "Look!" - She created her own organization, (Golden Ciphers) Despite the fact that her friends was behind her back hate'n, Talking down on how she wouldn't make it, - hypocrites would try to do business with her but them dollars she wouldn't even take it, Because she would stress, - that her, "Reputation" was worth more than a couple of peanuts.... Now 17yrs. had past & she den showed them, Golden Ciphers is built to last & she be jpay'n me like, - "Yeah son, now we're up!" And I can't wait till I see ya.... More importantly I can't wait till they free ya, And when you do come home its no need for you to turn back to them streets to try to scrape up that re-up, Because I got a spot here in my organization where you can help me raise these kids from the knee up, Helping you maintain, but at the same time maintaining our, "Nia!," - That's Purpose for those who might not know what the word Nia means.... My mother, Pamela Monique Hubbard, is my definition of greatness, & my beautiful Black Queen, - Poetic - |
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