Avenge the Storm pt II

(America) 2042
They kept coming for our rights...
and when there were no more rights to come after
they started coming after us!

AIAH (formerly America) 2062

It was an overwhelming storm of HATE...of VIOLENCE
of colonizer & colonizer sympathizers...
a storm that showed what PURE evil lie in unconstrained men who have deemed themselves superior with ALL that inferior protruding from their character.
THEY had convinced themselves that THEIR dark forces would consume us...
OUR forces were darker and MORE powerful when joined with the forces of nature...
WE aimed to blanket their storm with our own ...
Instead, we extinguished it
and THEM...



Launchpad August 2022
Herb Smoke fills the air as Shemezz focuses in on a new poem....

'Redress of White Grievance'

WE are HERE!!!!
And no matter how much you DON'T like it
you'll NEVER reduce US to
mere FEAR!
how long do you think you can
just keep kickin' up this same old fuss-
you weak raggedy evil balls of CESSPOOL PUS?
The earth always reveals the truth
Of that which you felt
should've been blown away with the dust...
It is amusing to a degree
The depths of Caucasian stupidity
and the lengths to their depravity
Run deeper than any sea

Shemezz lays the pen down and starts rubbing her eyes as she only paused writing-because like always, Cato's very loud music w/headphones plugged in nonetheless, made it through the door before she did...
At that moment I asked myself why are there headphones
which seem to violate the very idea and notion of the headphones which is to keep the music concealed-sold?
Cato blasted through the door, saw me and nodded hello as she headed to the den to put her things down.

I followed her almost immediately because I've been absolutely dying to hear about this Final 5 of Fury thingamabob-and somehow I knew she knew that because of the very weird smile, a smirk actually-that she allowed me to see as I entered the room.

I hurriedly sat at the power table (our roundtable) and snorted to her--well?!
She did this weird tilt with her head from side to side while rubbing right behind her left ear and then shook her head kind of like a dog when they're wet and sat down at the power table across from me removing her writing pad or as we call it sometimes, plot pad-a series of pencils with a clipboard that had several pieces of typing paper already mounted on front.

She spoke softly but said clearly:
I think I can explain it to you but I don't think you're going to like it--scratch that--I know you're not going to like it none of us are but it's going to be necessary.
I've done so much research on it and it connects to a very deep place so I need you to be ready because like me once you hear this you won't forget it and the fascination will engulf you.

I passed her the blunt in anxious silence as I started rolling a few more because I think this gon' be--a whole minute.

Cato got up and moved directly next to me to sit down-and placed her chair so close that we were touching and at that particular moment, I was kind of wondering why are we so close now...but, I said nothing and waited to hear all that she had to tell me.

And in her soft tone she once again started to speak saying:
Do you have any idea how many Africans' blood has been spilled in the United States?

I slowly looked up at her in a discombobulated fashion because--
there's no way to know that 'C'- I responded--
that's an IMMEASURABLE number
And almost before I could finish my last syllable she started to shake her head implying NO, there is a way to measure it...

Right then, at that very second, that's when i knew I was definitely not going to like what she was going to tell me-
I felt IT NOW for sure...
with four leafs done on the table-
I can no longer roll...
THIS is serious.

Cato leaned over and began to speak in a whisper in my ear the Final 5 scenario and even though it took her less than 10 minutes to break it down to me-after hearing it, the stunned silence had to have lasted an hour at least maybe longer. Every time I would rewind her words, my fascination would start all over again; she was right I was engulfed.

The first thing I could whisper back was how's this possible-how is it that we can bring this to be and use it for what we need?

She whispered Sit's great aunt...
She's going to help us on this journey
She has the 'TOUCH'-blessed.

The only thing I could whisper in reply was Blessed? Blessed by who?

Cato slumped back in her chair, then sat up straight again--looked left then right, and repeated the motions like three times before picking up one of the pencils and her clipboard with affixed typing paper and flipped 5 sheets of paper in allowing the pages above her hand to fall on her hand.
In a weird way she obscured what she was writing with the papers above her hand and the other hand she was writing with, then made a kinda "peephole" with her writing hand and with her eyes ONLY-gestured I look at what she wrote through this viewpoint.

I leaned down to see what she wrote but it was almost impossible to see.  I raised up and she immediately covered it up.  I then asked C, can you whisper it-and she immediately started to shake her head "no". I asked to see it once more and she arranged it the same way for me to see.  When I saw THAT name, I could have sworn my eyes had literally popped out of my head!
Catori erased the name and burned the paper it was written on in the ashtray.

Damn, she meant blessed for real by the African Messiah!
Two words, a name that is now rolling around my thoughts with no company! I am beyond mystified and I will admit that if these are the types of amazing scenes along the journey--I'm so down--plus we're going to need extreme enhancement to balance out the bullshit.
I can't get it out of my mind and I literally can't host any other thoughts...

Simeon Toko