Environmental Products What is a product?  An item?   A solution in math?    Me? What is the product?  The cost?   The price we pay?    Us? Who makes the product?  The creator?   Who gave it the right?    Them? Why was i brought here?  This place in space,    In time    Why? In this place,  We are all products…

Under Whom? Assimilation, Stuck as a nation Creating cultural wasteland In our faces, yeah.   Assimilation, Is discrimination For the white’s elation Some even wear blackface, yeah.  Assimilation, Is disguised hate man Looking like a facist state man Go back on the record and revise the tape, yeah.  Assimilation, Fucking robs the nation Of cultural vibration…

Writer’s Block Probably mostly just tired, but my thoughts are deafeningly mute. I’m hoping this is some reward, but understanding the point moot. While my pen aimlessly dances, moments, our only absolute. Finally, with a quiet mind. Right now, my mind, steadfast and resolute.  

Existence Signs of imminent decline Like fruit rotted from the vine Lost its once apparent shine. Why? I call out for the divine Shrieking from the root of spine Seemingly ignored by lifeline. Who?  A psychosomatic drain Thoughts constrain Harbinger of pain. What? Narratives controlled Dissenting heads rolled Repression the goal How? Stuck in this…

Edge of Dreamland Eyelids feel heavy Struggling to fight it A yawn breaks my sealed lips My eyes water and Stay full My hand dances along the  Paper, scrawling out Random nonsensical Ravings of a madperson Another yawn stretches my Cheeks wide I unconsciously breathe. My right eye blinks A tear as it rolls Down…

“Social Responsibility” Social responsibility How we’re “supposed” to be. Some sort of fallacy. O say can you see. “Choose” what you’re gonna be. Pay taxes on taxes, every fee. Sire away all your money. O say can you see. O say can I see?  How the world looks to me? Only me, that’s how it…

11th Grade English Ms. Goodman, Ms. Goodman  Why can’t you see What this poetry, Does to me? It knicks me, it kicks me, It makes me cry Sometimes Ms. Goodman, I want to die! Ms. Goodman, Ms. Goodman I’m calling your bluff, Can’t you see that we’ve had enough Of this poetry stuff Ms. Goodman,…

You Can Kill a Revolutionary… Progress requires sacrifice.  Brothers and sisters in song.  Brother Malcom, lindy hoppin, Brother Tupac, rhyme nonstoppin, Brother Bob, chokin on what he be smokin. Then passes around, not the only one tokin. Progress requires sacrifice. Brothers and sisters in song. A sister with a cockney accent from the corner interjects,…

Perspective and Reality Our perspective, our reality, and who I am hates who I’ve been. Can it shift before my mortality? Days bombarded by news brutality, constant manipulation, where to begin? Our perspective, our reality.   Impossibly searching for a sense of neutrality, while feeling as if my mere existence is sin. Can it shift before…

Terrance Another fucking “hood statistic”, Was the update in case you missed it. Terrance spirit has been lifted Simply cause his body conflicted Not enough looking out, no doubt, Not enough dough, for sure Now he’s gone and we’re broken hearted If only he’d been looked after when it all started