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Retrospective Relief

When the Gregorian calender shoved me out of my childhood at age twenty, my psyche revolted against the violation of trauma robbing me of the intangible.

I dragged the corpse of a phantom child like a shadow that doubled mine. 

Grief was hard to tender until I realized I became a safe place for violence to call itself a friend. 

I took several seasons to trim dead friendships because I projected my fragility, empathy, and vacant intimacy onto the deficiency of maladaptive and self-absorbed entities. 

Health became my north star. Sacrifice was a cheap toll. I only regret the time it took to square up with the embodiment of truth. 

Self-mastery, when evidenced, can make a person vicious because too much is known. 

And denial is an outdated feature. 

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Spell: 051

Adversity is an accelerator; with no safe haven, to heaven, I am riding an elevator.

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The Clock is Still

In the halls of a Pleiadian Academy, I foresaw the deflowerment of Mary Sun. While in Park House, during the witching hours, upon departing, I tasked Charine and Suanna with awareness and to overwatch the safety of this inebriated cub.

Although I wasn't there, my intuition was confirmed when, before noon, Mary Sun requested $10. While en route to health services, as she spoke, I saw the vultures, smelled her tears, and knew this was a setup.

Suanna’s cousins, the Pookie and Scruffy Stud relatives we Blacks have, chose to defile this wounded and racially displaced orphan.

Eighteen Years Later:

The facilitator and bystander of womb plunder has a public book release that I attend. The repackaged branding of exploitation is reframed as a Black Lesbian Couple's contribution to Negro Memorabilia, a coup d'état to reclamation.

For me, the only thing vintage is the fact that women will pimp, birth, and marry women, all the while still being a pernicious enemy of women.

Self-hate is a disease that grace cannot deactivate. When the decay is innate, its impulse to project violence will not deviate.

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Goliath Ain’t David

The professional class employed to diagnose and pathologize embodies the personification of the societally viral parasitic pathogen that erodes the regenerative vitality of sentience.

The Medical Industrial Complex deems persons as consumers subject to its scientific codification of colonization. Alternatively, holistic health does not benefit or incentivize suppressing and manipulating the obfuscation of subjugation. 

Conditioning by institutional authority is a mechanism to transmit the contagion of normalized dysfunction. The diagnostic paradox reveals those who are most symptomatic lack immunological awareness to assess if their professional administration of licensed violence triggers antigenic signals that reinforce their projected self-referential pathology. 

The antidote prescribes unadulterated noncompliance to authoritarianism in every facet of its veneer. 

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“Transcend the simulation; Invoke your salvation.”

-Zisa Aziza

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Luminant Dorothy,

You betta be anchored ‘cuz I am obliged to inhale your essence, the scent of effervescence, for which I have vowed my coalescence. 

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Declarative Clarity

If born of a malevolent lineage, I will bear no sorrow when they succumb to a karmic massacre.

This truth is not confined to family, race, nation, or cosmic origin.

As an emanation of source, my alliance with veracity is deathly sworn to fidelity.

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“Consent is insufficient when power is asymmetrically monopolized; by no legal framework will my sovereignty be patronized.”

-Zisa Aziza

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Cosmic Conscription Mandates Detoxification 

Unmetabolized trauma is a multivariant toxin that will pimp you for auction; any addiction to distraction trafficks your soul for extraction. 

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“Tribe, lineage, and bloodline are not synonymous; your cosmic inheritance renders you autonomous.”

-Zisa Aziza

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Endure Acclimation

If you fast for a famine,  to hunger, 

your captivity will flutter  with plasticity. 

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Clergy

the sea rose, the sky leaned

time froze, the Gods convened

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Lawless Deposition

Crack pipes and pistols don’t grow on city park trees but divide and conquer is a performance to appease 

Your doctor is a lobbied proxy for the mortician;  while the slave catchers in blue wouldn’t know liberty if God ordered their extradition 

In the vacancy of requisite contrition, I knit sentiment as an admonition 

The world is cracking at the seams,  and you are impelled to reinforce the collapsing beams? 

The ideology that you suckle will be the cavern under which your sentience shall buckle

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Hysterics

we got laws with no ethics we got justice with no metrics we got judges for aesthetics, and lawyers for cosmetics

Fuck this system and its antics!

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Translated Observable Perception 

Mixed signals, ghosting, breadcrumbing, deflection, and evading accountability are behaviors of the spiritually impoverished.

Peace = Luxury

Clarity = Luxury

Simplicity = Luxury 

Dynamics that are either cumbersome or burdensome rob one of their abundant sovereignty.

Sick people do sick shit. If you fit, you gotta detach from it. 

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Marketed Democracy

The machine is a masterful beast; it will settle for nothing but its conquered feast. 

Language is a cloak that masks the cannibalism of capitalism. 

Nationalism and materialism are tools employed to emotionally galvanize the spiritual orphans of pauperism into a sparkling package of neofeudalism. 

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Mother Lorraine

Your execrableness never waned, and your possession is arcane 

For whomever you championed  and chose to campaign 

Love’s reign is preordained  and your efforts remain profane

I must sprain my refrain:

Upon this blood, within my vein, you are a disreputable drain

May the temperance of the Fates  address their cause for restraint and, by will, seek to ordain