[Tangential] 021005

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I am not
I am not
I am not the "yellowed belly" of your rednecked frontier forefathers.
I am not the bastard son of a woman who done gone and made herself the arbiter of colonial goodwill and demonic cleansing.

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Because I am the true, the immaculate, the wholly consequential;
I am a person who believes that what he believes is irreversibly monumental,
that one man cannot do the work of a million,
but that same man who
uses his voice, who
voices his feelings, who
feels the weight of his brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, peers, and predecessors
and waits for the right time to incite the force of a million,
that one man can be worth more than a million
worth more than a million,
worth more than a million other men.

if only he valued his own word,
he could give birth to more than a million men with words more valuable than his.

but tragically,
emphatically,
we live in a day in an age where Roe v Wade has lain the foundations for choice to be made.
to make possible the abortion of an unborn idea,
to make plausible the uprooting of the seeds of our mind before they have been delivered back to their earthened makers, before they may grow into Amazonian forces of knowledge, before its branches may fill libraries upon libraries and become living proof of the will of a million.

I believe that an avalanche begins with a snowball,
that an inferno originates from a spark,
that the eye of a perfect storm always sheds but a single tear whose puddled end echoes with waves of unrestrained fury.

I am one in a million.
I am one of a million.
I am one for a million.

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