(cointelpro, where did you go?)
ONE STORY IS EVERYONE’S STORY: All we do is plasticise, ghettoise, and contemporise the reality of our own beauty, our lost understanding of we used to be, we used our clothes to buy our looks instead of investing our minds and collecting books, knowledge worth less than a face because beauty is all the rage. I bought my heart and my face on sale at the same place and we’re on the same page because who might we be? Who are we? What is our role in society? A second rate citizen commodity? Think about that for a few minutes in time, before you completely shut off your mind. We’re an under-evolved, uniformed mass that doesn’t understand that art SHOULD ATTACK and react and act. The echoes of a desirable pretentious youth, unable to understand the underground truth, we’re just waiting for the repercussion of a system that lied about capitalism…sexism…feminism…racism. Look around, it’s two thousand and four and we can’t even live with open doors, why are these issues so dominant and why are they so relevant? We’re living off uneducated first draft opinions and look at the world, Uncle Sam is winning. Look around at our lives, Mr. Heron, the revolution will be televised and it’s sold more commercial spots than the Super bowl, what ever happened to COINTELPRO? It's hard to have faith in anything when the FBI controls everything. Pick through the rubble of graveyard days, of misconceptions of beauty, of how our face should wear the same mask in the same way with a faulty haze where the alpha male only plays the game to get bloodshot and press pause when a women’s mind wonders off. I cannot self myself at half price nor do I desire to wear my insides outside. Because I’ve traded in vanity and good looks to educate myself with all my books. There’s a war going on and corrupt politics and it’s scary how people talk about gay marriage, concerned about who we love and why rather than who’s child had to die in vain. And if you close off your mind for a few seconds in time, it’ll be dark. And the light switch might not restart. What should you do then? Wait for the rest of your friends to give in? Perpetuate a life of sin? Now that I’m beautiful I can say that it has nothing to do with my face.