Directionless Conquered

Bobby O


I’ve never walked a mile in your shoes , I’m a million miles away from understanding a DWB, but yet, silence is worse, risking awkward prose digging into the racist world, questioning , no calling out, Caucasian intellect confident they share not building systemic strife, let me start , proclaiming an unfortunate truth of this life
“I find it really hard most of the time to talk with, engage deeply,with, white people that contribute to this society I’ll and yet swear w certainty that fact is untrue.


Directionless: Lost Suffering From Excessive Stress.
Directionless: Stranded, Stuck Lost N A Mess.
Directionless: I Can't Focus, All The Noises 2 B Heard Fuss & Cuss.
Cause, Suddenly Happens. Direction.
Direction: Concentration. Focus. Meditation. Adaptation.
Direction: Celebration Of Where I Am. I Know Where I Am Enough 2 Proceed. Indeed, I See So Much: Connection 2 Each Encountered Reflection.
Direction: Directionless Conquered.


Equality presently offers an incomplete version of what is due. Hardly is there any way to shake up a status quo that habits ingrained can be challenged or altered or lifted to eradicate the hatred that sees seeds of systemic abuse and presents hiding places for uncivil perpetrators that easily deny and pretend that the subjugation is not a plan. Or a demand onspoken deviously thrives with no intercedence. and we wait and they smile while they lie.

  • Authors: Bobby O, Broken Ankh
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  • Finished: April 22nd, 2023 03:00
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
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