A dive through the notes, this stormy evening by the sea. Hail pecks at the windows. In the aureate glow of the desk lamp, this fragment surfaces from the depths of the past. Date unknown, intent unknown. What was in my head?
How’s that coffee taste, knowing the custom of adding sugar has its roots in the blood of slaves? All that violence and cruelty just to keep the palates of the wealthy and the mostly white folks satisfied. Maybe it’s easy to look the other way when you don’t pay the true cost for your desires.
What’s the difference between molasses and blood? Coffee and flesh? Rum and bones?
A drink more than bitter even with the sugar, refined as it is from the lives of the oppressed. Tell me, do you feel communion with them as you sip?
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"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."
-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain
Tell me what is in your heart...