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I am well read,

I am well versed,

There is not much I haven't heard.



The Hitler risiduals,

The Aryian brotherhood,

Marched in the streets of Skokie, Illinois in 1978,

In front of Jewish holacaust survivors,

And the Constitution protects them!

Even when their leader, George Lincoln Rockwell declares...



"I will kill any jew, 'nigger' or homosexual!"



WITH TV CREWS RECORDING HIS FACE,

WAS QUOTED AS SUCH IN THE PRESS,

AND I HAVEN'T COME ANYWHERE CLOSE TO THAT...





Any group of men,

Can instigate a conspiracy,

Allow a civil rights leader to be assasinated,

And let a goose chase ensue for 20 years or more.



Did you forget, The Ghosts of Mississippi?

And the loss of Medgar Evers?



One can always find a boiling pot in a kitchen.

Near lots of sharp objects...

With poisonious cleaners under the sink...



Don't come into my kitchen if you can't take the heat.



You can't stop what I say,

You can't interpret what I mean,

Poetry is in and of itself,

Inferred, Mythical, Embelished, Fabled...



FOR ANY POINTS SAKE.



So I will write,

With my Freedom of Speech.

I will chant,

I will scream...all that I need...

To make me feel "whole"

And if this angers you--THAT IS ON YOU.



If I am not safe from OTHERS opinions,

Why should anyone else be above reproach...



Come into my kitchen,

Get burned with the water,

Get cut with the knife,



I thought words,

.....little itty bitty words...



COULD NOT HURT ANYONE?

THAT...PEOPLE....WERE ABOVE THIS...

THAT...PEOPLE....WERE ABOVE THAT...



The closer the day of judgement approaches,

The sooner people will fall flat...



The burden is on THEM...

Not on me.

"I am innocent UNTIL proven guilty."





I AM NOT AFRAID!







II.



I am not inticed,

I am not incited,

I am not anything.



I am not out to offend,

I am not out to degrade,

I am not out to move or be moved.



I am here to stand...



I am here for my rights...

I am here for my love of words...

I am here for the love of myself.



I am not here to placate to ANOTHERS maddness,

I am not here to make sense of ANOTHERS distress,

I am not here to...ENTERTAIN...ANYONE.



I AM NOT AFRAID!



No one can kill my voice...

No one can kill the thrill of the chase...to attain...

     LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.

No one can tell me what to think...

No one can tell me what to say...



NO! I AM NOT AFRAID!



AGAIN...I AM NOT AFRAID!