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How Does It Feel

Custom beat: Luke Hall — Dystopia

Some poems don't start as poems. This one started as a question I genuinely needed answered — and a beat by Luke Hall that wouldn't let me think straight. So I stopped trying to think and just wrote.

How does it feel to fight for the very thing you say to run from? How does it feel to be toyed with psychologically so well, you embrace more of the torture without fail? How does it feel to be right about theories, without being able to conspire the celebration of the light? How does it feel to have your worst nightmares come true despite there being various ways to prevent them with delight?

How does it make you feel, to live in America today?

How does it feel to be so divided on basic rights, and not being able to come together to unite? How does it feel to watch an evil regime take over, seemingly overnight? How does it feel to watch the fall of the US behind black screens in the uncertain safety of a bed at night? How does it feel that soon, you will have no choice but to fight?

How does it feel to be tired endlessly? Worried constantly. Bombarded emotionally. Mentally, stretched thin financially? How does it feel when you're numb? And no longer want to feel anything?

How does it feel to watch corporate greed bleed every area of our lives till it's done? How does it feel to know that the elites of our society are creating mega cities, and harvesting slums? How does it feel to feel as though you may be living in a sci-fi movie that's still yet to come?

How does it feel to know that our leaders' best idea forward is Artificial Intelligence from a whacked out goober genius — a source that will overwhelmingly suck up our precious natural resources? Or how does it feel to have an almost 50% increase on your electric bill for such a convenient service? How does it feel to know that elites plan on making data centers in space, or on the ocean floor, and not just in the small towns that live right next door?

Whatever you may feel — let it be the fire that sparks change. Don't wait until it's too late to do anything. Use your voice. Your two ears and two hands. So when someone asks how you feel living in America today, you can raise your head and somewhat say — I fought for my people, no matter how big or small, rain or shine, eyes open or blind, And I feel f***ing great.

I hope I made you feel something. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Dissent. Worry. These feelings are all valid. And those feelings are not yours only to bear. May you use those charged emotions for the betterment of yourself and those around you. Be the change you want to see in the world. It starts with you. Build yourself. Love yourself. Respect yourself. Grow yourself. And watch us grow out of this current American situation together — with the hope that we will and can be better than before.
- IPJ

Echoes of Tomorrow

Afrofuturism — The Vision After The Feeling

This one came through in the late hours of August 2024 — right in the middle of building what would eventually become this library. I was sitting with a lot of heaviness. The research. The data. The patterns. And somewhere between the grief and the grind, this came out. It wasn't a response to what I was finding in the numbers. It was a reminder of where we're going anyway. Black brilliance doesn't wait for permission. It never did. I almost kept this one private. But the vision deserves to be seen.

In the pulse of the cosmos, we rise, Black stars igniting the night, Woven from the threads of ancestors' dreams, We chart new constellations, bold and bright.

From the soil of forgotten lands, we ascend, Roots deep in the earth, stretching to the skies, We craft cities of light and soul, Where our voices are the architects of the future — strong and bold.

Our skin, a canvas of history and hope, Bronze and onyx, glowing in the digital dawn, We code our stories in languages of love, Each line a tribute to those who paved our past —

so below, as above.

We are the children of the sun and the circuit, Dancing in the rhythms of time and tech, Our futures are not bound by the past, But fueled by the wisdom of those who came before.

& yet…

In our hands, we hold the keys to worlds unseen, Unlocking doors to dimensions untold, We are the dreamers, the doers, the divine, Carving our legacy in the fabric of the universe, that's yet to unfold.

No longer do we wait for the world to change, We are the architects, the builders, the kings and queens, Our future is Afrofuturism in full bloom, A vision of Black brilliance, rising ever supreme.

The research will show you what was done to us. This poem shows you what we become anyway. Hold both.
- IPJ

What Are We Even Doing, America?

A Stray Thought That Refused to Stay Stray

I wrote this at some point between frustration and clarity — which, honestly, is where most of my best thinking happens. I almost didn't post it. It's long. It's messy in places. It goes several directions at once. But that's exactly why it needed to stay. Because that's what it actually feels like right now — to be awake, aware, and watching. This isn't a poem. It's not a research deck. It's just me, unfiltered, at the end of my patience. Take it or leave it.

Maybe we need more woman leaders. Like men running everything all the time sucks. Maybe a healthy balance in all world powers, for a real "check" and balance. Women have been suppressed in power for years all over the world. Maybe the real change is that. Women care about people more, and know how to sustain real life with very little. Of course there will, unfortunately, be corrupt and stupid women at some point, as with men. But maybe it could be staved longer.

Men can still direct protection — defense and offense, logistics and all things left-brained as the world is already run on. The transition can be smooth and it can be an opportunity for learning and teaching amongst governments. But mixing in more natural empathy, prioritizing civilians' wellbeing and making sure we are happily placed in works and purpose-driven work, education, and business that's not always self-serving or leads to constant greed — could actually be a good thing.

Idk. Lots of men with mommy issues in power. I'm just saying.

Just a stray thought, because it's not just an American issue, but a global issue, when it comes to holding power. Lots of men run regimes all over the world for ages now. I know a few countries have women leaders and prime ministers and hell there was Queen E. But there are so many women who are naturally BUILT for these types of things and the only way we can show it, is in supporting positions. Like supporting actors in a movie. What a joke sometimes. The voice of reason gets snuffed out.

Imagine the opportunities lost to women because of old and outdated beliefs and traditions? I pray that changes. And I hope a Black woman leads the charge of America one day. Not someone like Kamala. A real authentic, brilliant strategist and political relations expert, who not only says what we need to hear but follows through and makes sure to do so with her team.

If Americans weren't so subconsciously — or consciously — infected with racism to some degree, or so willing to turn a blind eye for the residual white privilege they have every race fighting each other for, we'd have real change. We'd have better communities. We would know how to do more with less because our Black communities have been blueprints for both poverty and wealth, ON TOP of systemic racism and oppression. Imagine if the world actually applied that same energy to the global community?

The world would look incredibly different. And it would be better.

But instead, we have men in power who are threatened by the idea of sharing it. Men who mistake cruelty for strength. Men who call women "emotional" while crashing economies on ego. Men who have never had to stretch a dollar, never had to raise a child, never had to navigate a world that was never built for them — making every decision about how the rest of us live.

I'm tired. But I'm not done. And I don't think you are either.

That's why this library exists. Not to complain. To document. To prove. To hand the next generation something real instead of a carefully crafted lie.

We deserve better. All of us. And some of us are building it — right now — with whatever we have.

If any of this landed — good. If it made you uncomfortable — even better. The library exists because this feeling needed somewhere to go besides a caption. Go use it.
- IPJ

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Post No. 04

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