QTIPOC Town Hall

This episode kicks off the new focus of the podcast: The QTIPOC community and their allies. This episode we welcome people from different parts of the country to come together to share what they have been going through, their thoughts on how the white community can do better, and how we can better support them.

My Guests:
Karlos Dillard (he/him) - venmo: $karlosdillard
Kris Dillard (he/him) - venmo: kristopherdillard1
Kalisto Nanen (he/Ze/they) - Venmo : Kalisto-nanen, PayPal : [email protected], Cashapp: $KalistoNanen
Ren Wright (she/her) - cashapp: $lewright
Nicholas Rose (he/him) - PayPal: nicholasrose1996
Don the poet (he/him) - venmo: Brandon-Jackson-62
Zee Zelinski (they/them)

Brandons Poem:

Come on,
ease on down road x2
Don’t you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on, ease on down the road
Everyone just tryna see the wiz
Walking down yellow brick roads rusted due to high iron intake
This city never tells you to never stray from the concrete
Crows manipulating brainless bodies into self deprivation
Sounds like wiz biz to me
The Wiz just trying to keep monkeys from being grounded
Cause if he allow niggas to fly maybe they’ll find true happiness
That’s why graveyards are near the hood
It ain’t no coincidence that our queens factory is connected to it all
And why hospitals are so far from us
White neighborhoods
Citizens of the emerald city never wanted to have anything to do with us
Red lining our minority communities to keep everything green
Red white and blue
The wiz ain’t worried about no Diana’s wearing red pumps
Just Dorothy making it home in three clicks
Maybe that's why black girls I mean witches go missing in oz
And we know better then anyone
That the Wiz is no different then a koon in a cape
Maybe they started dropping houses on us to prove a point
Wicked black bodies in the East need to know when to stay in line
Water guns drawn on sight
Everyone is always better off when her green body is melted into the pavement
Maybe her green skin mixed with her red blood made the yellow look so shiny
She was to wicked for this city
Wore to much Black
Looked to black
Hair to black
Green a danger to us
It’s as if her green represented the freedom of your city
And ya ain’t use to black bodies carrying around freedom in oz
Ya think a black women just got that angry with no white man doing no wrong
You want me to believe that the wiz ain’t wrong
That his magic ain’t got none of you niggas confused
That he ain’t the reason for cops jumping niggas that just want a piece of what his city has to
offer
He’s the one granting wishes ain’t he
It’s the big Apple isn’t it
The city that never sleeps
The city that forgets its people
Allowing White bodies to gentrify our homes because Oz looked so good on tv
Toto i don't think we’re in Kansas anymore
You just wanna be urban
Without the complications
Oz ain’t never knew how to protect black bodies
I mean monkeys
I mean niggers
I mean New Yorkers
Yet when we defend ourselves from those entering our homes they go and get their lion
A coward until white privilege put a battery in his back
Or a Tin man desperate enough to axe at us cause the wiz said he’ll give him a heart if he do
And we have seen to many scarecrows roaming free with no common sense
But when we walk out for fresh air for 10 minutes our bodies are dragged on bricked roads for
breaking rules and regulations
Outside is a free man's world
Creatures connected to the witch need to stay in darkness
The sun is for those who love the Wiz
So you beat us
Shoot us
It takes 10 of you to handle one black boy
I mean Monkey
if niggas don’t learn no lesson who’s gonna be the one to teach them
So you teach us
I guess monkeys ain’t fast learners
You must got us confused for some circus animal
We just so use to spreading our wings and flying
And ya have never liked anyone who was different
Black
Wicked
Green
And i ain’t never seen no black officer serve protect my brothers and sisters properly
I honestly think the wiz cast something on that badge that makes them forget that their niggas
They just listening to the wiz
We all just wanna listen to the wiz
See the wiz
But Why ain’t nobody ever seen the wiz
He ain’t never come and help us
He sent a band of hipsters to do his job
So why would I ever believe that he would grant my wish
He just wants to be seen as the sun
Something you idolize
Never question
never look at to long
Cause you just might see his act
He ain’t no different from us
He’s just use to people needing him
Use to people easing down roads forgetting what he did to us
His emerald city ain’t never been for us
Niggas` ain’t never been allowed to be free in this city
But What do I know
I'm just a monkey with wings

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