Sabibi
Joined: 06 Sep 2011
Posts: 16
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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:47 am Post subject: The Crabs are Going
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I hadn’t noticed how many crabs lived on my street. Their red shells far from the ocean they need. They went after each other with that weird walk they do. Sideways and all. I hadn’t noticed that they fought so much they forgot to care for themselves. They did not care to because their fight kept them alive. I had not noticed you could believe in fighting so much it would keep you alive. So many people just want to stop the hands of their oppressors. They want to talk about them, hold them in their gaze, and they keep them in their mouths and hold them in their dreams and worry about them, what are they doing today. Do you know what he did yesterday? The crabs love their oppressors so much they hardly remember to take time with those that love them.
I hadn’t noticed how the streets formed in bent angles that resembled circles up and down till it became a bucket cylinder shape. We have to do something about that shape. Or we have to tear down that bucket because the crabs don’t hold each other. They don’t love each other even if they say they do. And no one wants to spend time in a bucket with a scared crab. They will nip at you with their claws if you try to walk away from them because they are scared for your safety. They will nip at you with their claws if you try to hug them because they are scared for their safety. They will nip at your children and your family if you try to step out of line because they are just plane afraid what their oppressor will do to you if you do not follow their lead and be numb to the world.
I’ve seen crabs speak of loud amplified dreams that they cannot build because they can barely breathe. I’ve seen crabs walk sideways in their affairs because they can hardly think because they can barely breathe. I’ve seen crabs forget to hold their purpose because they want to hold their oppressor. One day I had had enough and took out my knife and cut a large whole at the bottom of the bucket and all the crabs ran out. I did not wonder where they went sideways snapping their claws all I know is that most of us held on to each other laughing at the play of our alter egos disappearing from sight.
Bless Up, be grand to your love!
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