Gotta, Gonna

I’ll shake your hand like it’s 2019.

You say you’re still living like it’s the morning of November 1, 2016.

And you say:

Don’t be a chop-socky soap jockey and don’t be a hegemonic purveyor of racist tropes and insult troopers. Wha’s wrong with you, man?

Get choppin’ or clod hoppin’ like a supa hero of righteousness. Go stomp on the populist purveyors of trash talk and totalitarian pumpkin head enablers.

Can’t be quiescent, man. Can’t be that — of all things.

Gotta pick up an idea, gotta spark a ‘tude, gotta spark a fire, gotta pick up a rock. Gotta get so pissed. Then you gotta think. Put the rock in your pocket. Keep it ready.

Gotta register to vote (if u ain’t).

Gotta vote (if u r).

And gotta get ready to take out the rock again, and gotta get righteously pissed again, gotta find the matches, gotta clench the fists again…

… gotta be set if the fuckers gonna mess with the system that want to throw them up and out.

Gonna give them the benefit, one last time — that they walk away — when we shit them out like they deserve.

But keep that arm cocked and fists ready if they try the hoodwink!

“Trump’s racism—and that of his allies and enablers—has been too blatant for Americans to ignore or deny. And just as the 1850s paved the way for the revolution against slavery, Trump’s presidency has paved the way for a revolution against racism.”

— Ibram X. Kendi / “The End of Denial”