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I’m trying to make sense of what just happened.
Nothing bad. It was, in fact, very, very good.
I just attended Jive Poetic’s book release event for his new poetry/memoir/mixtape/documentary/genre-defying collection called Skip Tracer.
Many astounding things happened in that room. Elders laughed. Ancestors flew in. The music was lit. The vibe was transcendent. Words were sacred. But most of all, we were safe.
And Jive was no-more-water.
The room was crowded with love. Whole time, it felt like a blessing. Fleeting, but a blessing nonetheless. And I suppose I’m just not used to that. Whenever it happens, it comes as a great surprise because the world ain’t really set up to allow people who look and love like me to have a moment of anything that isn’t misery.
But sitting in that audience, snug, interested, free, surrounded by my siblings, I realized instantly that if this world ever changes for the better, it will because the dreamers—that is to say, the artists—rearranged it and put it back together in an order called glory.
There is much work to do, Fam.
Support artists.
To purchase Skip Tracer by Jive Poetic, please visit the publisher’s website: HERE.
Peace,
Robert
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