On Catharsis of Political Critical Thought

That time I was with Sarah and Monique at Monique's house and the carousel turned turned around
It was time to reveal my story because things were ceremonial and pretty and good

even if lies

we'll get to that.

I told the story about how my mom was a veteran of the Civil Rights Movement.

I told that I had inherited the work. Enough sacred speech. Let's sit back and see whether Sarah will grab the football and throw it into the wood chipper like "...and a day will come, when you will just let all of that glide right off!"