THESE STREETS!
These
Streets!
One cannot
forget these intimidating up and down stares furiously targeting the good
citizens of this town.
Who are these people, these faceless bullies and where did they
come from?
We used to
fill and occupy these streets from corner to corner and screamed all day long
as kids.
Hey. We feared nothing at all because these streets belonged to us.
We will not
allow our streets to be deserted in broad daylight as if we’re back to pandemic
days!
My mother and father were born and met on these streets. I lived
under their shadows after they introduced me to these same streets.
I grew up on
these streets, I know and speak the language of these streets and unreservedly
own these streets.
These streets gifted me my place in the sun and all the wokeness
that comes with my birthright.
I wrote these
verbs, prose, and verbiage for you because I can.
To remind all and sundry that Pikelela left his footprints on these
timeless streets.
Yep, these
streets are mine, and I own the libs. I dare you to speak to the contrary and
bleat otherwise!
In case you are wondering why you see me walking down these
streets.
I have earned
the right to be about these streets anyway, anyhow, and however I feel like.
I am not prepared to give up these streets because of arrogant
bullies who think pointing a gun at people make them the rulers over our lives.
Come on
people, come on family. Let us push against these outlaws and drive these
dimwits out of our towns. We own these streets.
We used to play and
run along these streets as children, unafraid of crime. This is the time for our children to enjoy the same privilege we
had.
United we
stand as a front against all the negative vibes tormenting our town.
These streets belong to you and me. Let us turn every household
into a satellite and a lighthouse for the safety of our community!
Back in the
days gone by on these streets: there was no fear prowling our streets. A song
and a dance used to be the order of the day.
We partied and danced all along these streets from corner to
corner.
Our mothers,
sisters, and our women were never afraid of walking down these streets to the
marketplace.
Here ye, hear ye! Calling all men and able young men to come
together and take back our streets.
These streets
remain the heartbeat of our communities, and no outlaws will dictate and push
us to a corner of fear!
We the people and communities of this town own the title deed and
our inalienable right to proudly beat our chest as we strut our stuff on these
streets.
These streets
are our turf, our lives, fortress, and gateway to our everlasting peace, pride
and joy!
These streets are us and all as in everything our communities are
about!
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