School of thought, live life peacefully. You’ll be shocked, shot, heart dropped. After death, the terror doesn’t magically stop. My blood over flown with histamine due to systems of brutality and mistreatment in history. The universe got me thinking this life is meant for me. Pain past down through hereditary. Broken and scattered across centuries. Pick up the pieces slave, branded eulogy. Anger, justification, fight fire with fire, birth of a nation for the ignorant. Live in bliss, a cruel truth separation. Biting my lip off, assuring my soul that karma exist. A revenge mission for reparations, would be to take my DNA and desecrate it. Even if my future turns out bright, the spirit of my ancestors won’t be complacent.