Nonsense

“it is what it is”
but is it?

basically it means
“i can’t stop to fight cause my energy is better spent moving forward”

it also means it’s been packed away in that suitcase filled with shit that can’t no one open without support nearby. you can haul it for sure but opening it and taking things out is a whole other story, one you can’t tell without wanting to die.

“it is what it is”
means you chose a battle and that fighting what exists ain’t one of ’em.

only learned yesterday what juneteenth meant and it led me to wondering if i’d have been one of those slaves that fought or one of those content sleeping with the master and having bastard babies so long as we had a place to live and food to eat.

it ain’t something my twenty-year old self would’ve wondered about. i’d a gone out dying fighting for freedom and believing my death meant something.

but my old ass self now questions that filled with ideals and righteousness gal to laugh at the idea of freedom or the notion that anyone including the ‘master’ is free.

that thirty year-old slave would have been just like her thirty-year old non-slave counterpart.

happy to believe someone loves her and happy to believe that making a family can make all right in the world.

a dumbass in the 1800’s is the same dumbass in the 1900’s and the 2000’s.

only thing different is what we call holiday and what we believe is prison.