Moving forward from "the brawl"....the breakdown
Carl Tone Jones has the perfect breakdown of whole situation on fb. I'ma ask him if he can post it on here
If there is one thing that the great USA has taught me, it is this...
Broke or poor ppl have no power. I mean when it comes to voting maybe but the politicians' interests are not aligned with theirs. The biggest influence on everything that happens in Amerikkka is with the top 1%. We don't just have a race issue; we have a class issue.
Nothing can change the game better than some bills. Not just legislative ones but actual stacks. Cause until we start creating our own economy as a people, we will always be at the btm of this imaginary barrel that society has forced us into due to poverty and discriminatory practices.
Let's start today finding ways to add additional streams of income to reclaim our power. We offer Mentors that can show you those ways creating faster and shorter routes to economic wealth. Mentorship reverses the barrel mentality by creating a group economics one. We can't make it if we don't make it together. If you don't fully invest in the betterment of your fellow man, we will ALL fail.
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See you 🔜.
My scars bleed
My scars bleed…
A desire
A love
For you
Into
The Night and day….
I guess there’s a reason I came off
Too strong, I wanna say a lot of things
To you…
and how I express myself to your
Gorgeous eyes like a love letter…..
My scars bleed…
A notion
A passion
Say I don’t wanna cry in front of you
And though
You let me be a human…you can hold a human
In your arms….
To be honest,
I only want you to see
The pieces of laughter and smile….
My sadness doesn’t look good on me
Yet
You can fall in love with my heartache as well….
Cos it’s part of me, too…
I would feel embarrassed to be hurt
In front of your cute face….
Somehow
My scars bleed….
Into
A heart like yours
I’m allowed to nourish
It let it grow on me
Like a wider garden….
I guess this is
What it feels like
To someone
Who sees you
Without mirrors
Let your scars bleed
They become scarlet letters
Wantin someone to feel you too
To share butterflies with….
You can say
My scars bleed butterflies
Longin wantin
Full days
And nights
With secrets
Exchangin
The strings of two souls
Becomin a strike
Of
Thunder….
I tell
Myself
Secretly
That
My scars bleed….
In love….
💙🫶🏾©️ Kai C. 8-8-23