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@EJinAction I've been extra busy and haven't been on here for a while and to read this put a smile on my face. All that you said is what I was feeling. Keep posting your poetry. It's uplifting, thought provoking, and refreshing. #Beautiful #WordsForTheSoul

“The Wink” The universe winked at me once, caught me off guard, mid-prayer, when I was too tired to ask for more. It was like a flicker in the dark, a star that blinked just for me, and I swear, in that moment, I felt seen, like God had cracked a joke and I was finally in on it. I laughed, but not out loud— this was a soul chuckle, a deep belly shake that rattled my bones, made me realize every "no" was really a "not yet," every silence, a pause for the punchline. That wink, that sly nod from the sky, it told me I wasn’t forgotten, that the wait was the setup, the blessing, the encore. So yeah, the universe winked at me, and for the first time, I winked back, knowing now what I didn’t know then— sometimes, the stars hold back their shine, just to make sure you’re ready to see. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #Life #ProudBlue #Love #Art #Music #SpiritualGrowth #TheGOAT #Blessings

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“Architects of Tomorrow: A Vision Beyond Trumps Darkness” In the land where shadows grow long, and the air thickens with the whispers of discontent, there arose a man who spoke of greatness while draping us in darkness. His vision of America was one of walls and cages, fear and division, a place where the sun set on the hopes of the many, casting us into the twilight of despair. Yet, amid this manufactured night, we are the bringers of light. I look around and see faces that refuse to be bowed by the weight of his rhetoric. We, the children of resistance, blessed by the struggle and the triumphs of those who came before us, carry within us the embers of a brighter tomorrow. We have seen the nightfall, felt its cold embrace, but we have also seen the dawn and know its warmth. Trump’s America was never ours. His was a vision stitched from the fabric of exclusion, hemmed by the threads of hate. But we, with our myriad voices and endless shades, are the weavers of a new tapestry. Each day, we add to it our stories, our dreams, our undying hope. We are the ones who dared to look into the abyss and find our reflection not in its depths but in the light we cast back. The #bluewave was not just a political shift; it was a cleansing tide, washing away the sediment of bigotry, leaving behind a fertile ground for the seeds of possibility. It was a chorus of millions, each voice a note in the symphony of change. With each crest and trough, we spoke of unity, of love, of the myriad futures we could build together. In this landscape of potential, we are the future. We are the architects of what is to come, laying down the bricks of compassion, the mortar of justice. We are the ones who know that the true measure of greatness is not in the heights we reach alone, but in the depths from which we lift others. We are blessed to witness this transformation, this rebirth of a nation. We see the scars left by darkness, but we also see the resilience of those who refused to be defined by it. Each day is a testament to our collective strength, each victory a step toward a horizon where everyone’s light can shine. In this Land of Liberty, hate finds no home. It is an unwelcome guest, a relic of a past we are determined to leave behind. Instead, we open our arms to a million possibilities, each one a beacon guiding us forward. We are the dreamers and the doers, the ones who take the broken pieces and make them whole again. #Project2025, with its antiquated ideas and regressive vision, has no place in our #America. It belongs to the shadows, to the darkness we have left behind. It is a vestige of a time when fear was wielded as a weapon, and division was the currency of power. But we have outgrown such pettiness, such small-mindedness. We are the light-bearers, the torchbearers of a future where equality and justice are not just words, but the foundation upon which we build. #Trump’s vision was a nightmare masquerading as a dream, but we are the lucid dreamers. We see through the facade, recognizing that our power lies not in the gloom he wove but in the light we create. We are the #poets of progress, the bards of a better world. In every heart that beats for #justice, in every hand that reaches out in solidarity, we find our strength. We are not just the future; we are the present, the here and now, the force that bends the arc of history toward the light. So let us continue to shine, to build, to dream. Let us be the light in the darkness, the hope in the despair, the future in the making. For we are the ones we’ve been waiting for, the harbingers of a dawn that promises a brighter tomorrow than today. ©️MustaraSantiagoAli #ResistanceUnited #Fresh #StrongerTogether #LoveOverHate

Listening to @ZerlinaMornings, walking in my favorite park, & wearing @MomsDemand message #DisarmHate Last day of Paxlvoid !! Don't focus on the margin of error, focus on YOUR margin of effort! #DemsUnited #BidenHarris2024

@jscurry44 Thank you, may you have a blessed weekend as well.

@Ms_RobbinL Thank you for the following. Have a Blessed weekend.

Joe Bryant—Kobe Bryant's father—has passed away at 69.

Black Unity is powerful. #BlackMen #BlackPeople #BlackTwitter

Breaking News: Donald Trump Reportedly Hit By Glass Shards During Shooting At Pennsylvania Rally, not a bullet. 👉🏽(Before you dive into this information, please remember, (Violence is never the answer, use your vote.) Here are a few #Presidents (may they rest in peace) who were actually shot with real bullets: 1. **Abraham Lincoln** (1865) - Assassinated by John Wilkes Booth. 2. **James A. Garfield** (1881) - Shot by Charles J. Guiteau. 3. **William McKinley** (1901) - Assassinated by Leon Czolgosz. 4. **John F. Kennedy** (1963) - Assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald. Several U.S. presidents have survived assassination attempts. Here are the presidents who survived attempts on their lives: 1. **Andrew Jackson** (1835) - Richard Lawrence attempted to shoot Jackson, but both pistols misfired. 2. **Theodore Roosevelt** (1912) - Shot in the chest by John Schrank while campaigning, but survived due to a folded 50-page speech and eyeglass case slowing the bullet. 3. **Franklin D. Roosevelt** (1933) - Assassination attempt in Miami, Florida, where Giuseppe Zangara shot several people, including Mayor Anton Cermak, who died, but Roosevelt was unharmed. 4. **Gerald Ford** (1975) - Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme and Sara Jane Moore attempted to assassinate Ford in separate incidents in California within a few weeks of each other. Ford was unharmed in both attempts. #GunReform #ThomasMatthewCrooks, was a registered #Republican #TrumpAssassinationAttempt rawstory.com/amp/trump-was-…

Two icons gone on the same day… Richard Simmons and Dr. Ruth!

In these times of deadly #heatwaves and natural disasters like #HurricaneBeryl, remember: during #Trump's first term, over 125 environmental protections were weakened or eliminated. Your #vote shapes our future. It’s not just about winning or losing—it’s about survival and who lives and dies. Vote wisely and make a difference! ✊🏾 #ClimateAction #Vote2024 #ClimateCrisis #EnvironmentalJustice @AJEnglish #Beryl #Houston 🙏🏽

I'm hyped up on coffee after a late night dinner with friends and I can't sleep. Soo I'm going to laugh my butt off watching @sinbadbad my favorite comedian and then go to sleep happy. #WeMissU #AlwaysHilarious #WeLoveU

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The Black folks in Chi-Town living their best life! I love us! #Chicago #BlackYachtWeekend #BlackPeople #BlackCulture

Trump’s Immunity Throne: The Supreme Court and the Demagogue" I am the scream in the courthouse, a gospel denied and silenced, a whisper wrapped in legalese that smothers justice in its cradle. Rogue court in black robes, with gavel strokes like whip cracks, handing immunity to the corrupt, crown and scepter to a demagogue, this is your renegade judiciary, making sin sanctified, law perverted. In the chambers where liberty should have its seat, there now rests a ghost, a specter of what was promised, a Constitution twisted into chains. The rogue president, a puppeteer of power, dangles freedom on strings, his crimes a shadow over our tomorrows, a dirge for the democracy we once sang. They say no crime is too grievous, no deed too dark for pardon, as if the ink of our laws was but a veil, a deceit, a fragile facade for the privileged. We watch, we wait, we witness the unraveling of the fabric woven by hands that bled for liberty, by minds that dreamt of justice. What now of the republic, when the court is a renegade, and the presidency a stage for tyranny's play? We the people, reduced to murmurs, to footnotes in the annals of their power, our voices drowned in the roar of corruption, our will subverted, our hope diminished. I cry out in the silence, a raw and ragged plea: justice, where have you fled? Truth, when will you return? In the stillness of the night, I hear the echo of our lost ideals, a haunting refrain, a call to rise, to reclaim the promise of a nation betrayed, to hold accountable those who wield power with impunity. For there can be no peace, no justice, no freedom, when the highest court is a renegade, and the highest office, a fortress for the corrupt. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #Immunity #Trump #Biden #SCOTUSIsCorrupt #OfficialAct #ThePresident #Vote

- Our “Black Job” is Voting - they say our job is to pick and grin, to bend our backs and not break, to dance for scraps in a land that robs our tongues. we learned to vote with our feet, marching across bridges, our bodies a ballot box, our voices, ancestral, ringing through billy clubs. you, rogue president, an echo of old ghosts, your tweets are cross-burnings in digital disguise, your policies, chains draped in red, white, and lies. we’ve met your kind before, in the cotton fields, in the courthouse, in the schoolyards where our children learn to dodge bullets and distrust smiles. we are the echoes of slaves who learned to read, the whispers of ancestors who spoke freedom into the wind, their breath a weapon against the silence you impose. our job is to vote, not because you said so, but because we are the children of kings and queens, our blood a river that cannot be dammed, our hearts a drumbeat that cannot be silenced. we’ve seen your face in every dark corner, every law that paints us as the villain, but we are the heroes of our own story, writing our destiny in ballots and blood. you, rogue president, are but a shadow, a flicker in the light of our resilience, a reminder that our fight is not in vain, that our voices, our votes, are the true power in a world that tries to silence us. our black job is to vote, to rise, to stand, to turn your walls into bridges, your hate into our strength, your lies into the truth of our existence. we vote not for your approval, but for our survival, our dignity, our right to exist, to thrive, to turn this country into a place where our children can breathe free. we vote because we remember, because we know the cost of silence, because our ancestors whisper in our ears, their voices a constant reminder: you cannot stop us, you cannot break us, you cannot silence the power of our vote. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #BlackJobs #Trump #Biden #Vote #Democracy #EconomicJustice

“Black Jobs” There’s no such thing as "Black Jobs," just jobs, things you’ve never made, just stolen dreams, jobs are hope, dignity, and bread, not your low-wage schemes, designed to leave us hanging by threads. You’ve blocked black wealth, shattered enterprise, our businesses suffocated under your lies, you never built, only destroyed, our potential crushed, our voices denied. "Black Jobs," you say, but we see the ruse, a cheap trick, a ploy to misuse, our intelligence, our pride, our fight, you try to pit us against our brown kin, who toil in fields under the same dim light. You want to take us back, to the days of dusk, where we were cogs in your machine of rust, menial work, dangerous tasks, our worth measured in sweat and musk. But we rise, we rise, like the phoenix from ash, our resilience a beacon, our unity a clash, against your attempts to divide, to control, we stand together, unbroken, whole. You’ve never given us "jobs," just chains, keeping us in poverty, our efforts in vain, we’ve built this country with our blood and sweat, our contributions vast, but you forget. Immigrants are not the enemy, they are kin, brothers and sisters who also strive to win, a living wage, respect, a place in the sun, you use fear to manipulate, but we see through the con. We are not pawns in your political game, we are builders of futures, not pawns of shame, our labor, our love, our dreams unbowed, no rhetoric can silence this crowd. You speak of "Black Jobs," but we know the truth, jobs are not black or white, but a proof, of our resilience, our strength, our collective might, we are the past, the present, the future bright. So keep your lies, your divisive speech, we stand tall, out of your reach, we are the heart, the soul, the beating core, our legacy of labor, forever more. Jobs are not black or white, they are ours, built on dreams, on sweat, on countless hours, we claim our space, unbowed, unchained, our stories of labor, forever sustained. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #BlackJobs #EconomicJustice #2024Election #Biden #TrumpDebateLies

Philadelphia, where history lives! From the signing of the Declaration of Independence to the drafting of the Constitution, this city has shaped our nation. #GodBlessAmerica Enough with the lies about cheating. Philly's people, food, and history make it one of America's greatest cities to visit. 🇺🇸 🌟🏙️🍽️ #DemsUnited #PhiladelphiaPride #StopTheLies #StrongerTogether

Trump is not Jesus. Trump is not Christian. Trump is not moral. Trump is not sane. Trump is not selfless. Trump is a racist bigot who was sued for housing discrimination. He says and does racist things daily. He dines with Nazis and calls them fine people. Trump is a thief and a liar. Stealing from his charity. Stealing money from students of Trump U. Lying to insurance companies. Vote accordingly. #DemsUnited

“I Am Mary - Surviving A World On Climate Fire” I breathe in a world that chokes me, heat clings to my skin like regret, climate a fist around my throat. They call me Mary, though my name gets lost in the sway of bus tires, my belly round with more than dreams. I cradle life within me, a promise swelling under ribs that ache, lungs gasping through poisoned air. Can't afford the hum of relief, that cold salvation behind glass, the window unit’s silent mockery. Asthma and heat, a dance of death, yet I move, I move, I move, to the factory’s beat, a rhythm etched in sweat and sacrifice. Five blocks of sun’s disdain, eight hours on feet that know no rest, a journey of survival, a daily war. They don’t see me, those with cool breezes on demand, those who sip lemonade under shaded ease, ignoring the world that burns around me. Privilege is a blinder, a shelter, a shield against the rawness of my life. But I see them, I see it all, the power in my hands, a vote, a voice, a ripple in the storm. I carry more than the weight of heat, I carry hope, the antidote, the promise of change with each step. They will hear me, they will feel the strength of my march, my breath, my sweat a testament, my vote a roar. I am Mary, unseen but unbroken, a mother bearing the weight of worlds, ready to claim the future, to demand the cool breeze for all. This life, this fire, it fuels me, the promise of relief, of justice, of air that does not burn. I breathe, I move, I fight, for the child within, for the world outside this furnace, this fight. I am Mary, and I am power, I am a vote, a voice, a vision, a mother, a warrior, a force. In the heat, I rise, in the struggle, I stand, and with my breath, I change the world. By:©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #ExtremeHeat #ClimateAction #BluePlanet #DemVoice1 #ProudBlue #ClimateJustice #Health #Vote #ResistanceUnited #GabrielleUnion #KerryWashington #DonCheadle