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Unswept Dust, by Muhjahid Qahhar

Posted by Muhjahid Qahhar, Author on August 25, 2013 at 10:20 PM

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“You see my dear, the South Carolina Depatrment of Corrections has no real history of breeding the type of individual sitting before you. Now, you have yourself to thank, along with your like minded comrads. It was you who called me into existence. Oppression with hope fuels people to start pushing back, but oppression without hope infuses sort of a toxic effect where people start to boil, explode, and lash back. This is why you returned home and found me sitting in your living room.

“Those of you at the bottom realm of the South Carolina Department of Corrections, your mind couldn't grasp the dangers your job creates. You have dwelled in a relative state of calm and safety. It is nothing for an avenger to pick y’all off, I could have done it long before tonight. You take the same route home daily, you even ride around in your fucking uniform. You’re probably proud to be seen in that shit. The good house nigga."

Pausing, breathing in their fear I could smell the fecies of someone who had released their bowels. That was the power of a Chopper pointed at you, held by a man you had wronged in the worst way. It was a room full of terror. Three Correctional Officers minutes away from meeting God face to face. In that moment I felt vindicated.

Unswwept Dust (the explosive finale to the Ambivalencetrilogy)

by Muhjahid Qahhar  


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