Eye Know

...there's something betta than this. Your former (and present!) massas love to fuckin' hear themselves talk. I'm fielding phone call after phone call about this city commission meeting tonight. One after another. Fake ass, wannabe erudite muthafuckas trying to shoot holes in my proposals, talking about how it's gonna affect their neighborhood in a bad way. One muthafucka had the nerve to tell me my proposal was a de facto "taking" of his property. You see, some shit I wanna do will make it illegal for him to be a fuckin' slumlord, so he's mad he can't maximize his profits by having 30 people crammed into a one bedroom coldwater flat. So tonight I'll be at a meeting getting demonized by landlords and the like. While the cowards on city commission sit back and let me get maligned. "Fuck it, he ain't gotta run for re-election!"

...I should stand back and watch the big picture. Learn what I'm supposed ta learn and take it with me in my satchel. Droppin' science like seeds from a burlap bag during my travels, double-back and seek shade under the trees I helped plant. Mainly I know if I do not properly learn what I'm supposed ta I will be learning the exact same lesson in less than two years. So really, it ain't about fear, but about being too fearless, about believing I'm too peerless, to learn what I'm supposed ta be taught. It's not about the failure to acknowledge me, it's more like being a half assed Diogenes and valuing more shit than titles.

...I think too much. I think about that soft touch and those warm eyes. I tend to want to protect her from my perception of her vulnerability, though everything I've seen tells me she's stronger than I give her credit for. I understand more than she thinks I do. That's why I'm willing to wait.

Peace,
KZ