I hate when those folks tell me "you speak well" what I'm supposed to say "how they expect me to talk checking my back for a tail do they think I bark beat my chest clear my throat and belch to convey scream chatter whoop screech split verbs with prepersiton in my speech it's a touchy subject a personal matter everyone has their own dislikes like "How come" or "why do" black people blankety blank "I don't know let me think" could it be culture community society energy well versed in the knowledgeable fact they have enemies jumping off the pages of history I'm no spokes person as in every one else living the worse end eyes wide open close the curtain it's nothing to see here it's a effort to be here on this planet standing on this plantation witnessing the death of a nation secred occupation in the book of Revelation from Genesis to Exodus been trying to ex out the us don't add salt to the injury don't insult my intelligence rubbing alcohol in the wounds ever time I speak this mind o mine to curve those who be upon these nerves I pop the cap off a pen describing the words in action verbs like sit, think read and by all means necessary "write" to reflect time