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Chicago’s Pain.

We prided ourselves on productivityuntil “produce despite a pandemic”became our reality.Into the dawn like bird songs, nowpangs of insomnia beckon us.Mistaking insanity for invincibilitycausing us to be more recklessduring the day. “Black folk the new robots.” All the while paving the way,for heavier workloads.They’re writing the code on our souls.Imputing and uploading mixed messagesin ourContinue reading “Chicago’s Pain.”

Now, If That Was A Black Person…

Tonight on “Now, If That Was A Black Person…” A local dummy tries to open the exit door of an Amtrak train while en route to Chicago. A conductor races from another car like a linebacker in pursuit of a sack, startling passengers and screaming, “Get off the train!” He yells again, “Get off theContinue reading “Now, If That Was A Black Person…”

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