Beat of the Street

I sit in my seat waiting for the energy to write about something that focuses on guiding the HEART of white males. It is not an easy blow to strike. Cold and sunbeam, all in one, they deceive and blame me for everything. I just continue a free will stance and move in in a moment, and then walk away. As fraternity enters the joint, I see possibility if HE can just boundary ONE sorority prostitute in his midst. The chains of the DOC are at his feet, and he still raises a hand to strike me down. It is not clever, and it is not prudent. I do show some parts of my world to you, but I am not a boy's dream. I crash into me, daily, breaking down disease and lethargy. It is okay to be confused for a moment or two as you focus your lens, but then know and SEE how much these white women have stolen from me, and know that all of you are next. The opportunity is now. Disavow what a domestic abuse shelter is today. Say what these WOMEN have done to me as I shield them from all society. I guess that is the beat of the street. Serpanty piehole infinity.