My sister work three slave jobs While moguls play in space Her children’s futures getting robbed While moguls play in space Folk go hungry in America While moguls play in space Gun toting hysteria While moguls play in space Seniors can’t afford they meds Struggling/ can’t get ahead Feasting on the filth they fed Full of hate and toxic dread […]
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Keeping my peace in civil war Nation quakes/ the heathen roar Gun locked for devils at my door Streets bound to soak blood and gore Shits mad enough to shake my core But my soul got wings I got to soar Head to sun is how I restore Then back to war on killing floor I don’t die I multiply […]
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The defense has rested after the dance. Impressive, this very familiar American dance around, and every now and then toward imperatives of justice. The defense and their defenders demand we suspend the evidence of things plainly seen. Or perhaps we see through the lens of those who do not perceive our lives as human. For people of color this is […]
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Their philosophy their Theology of hypocrisy When it gets to me Is killology Suffocates the biology Of darker side of human tree Their hatred is in symmetry With bloody leaves on hanging tree Killology a theory of predatory Manifest destiny inflict misery It’s a mystery we don’t burn this shit down Or maybe we should but our humanity gets in […]
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(Artwork by David Horsey, © Tribute Content Agency) disruptive image on screen snatches eyes. media faces strain to describe moving images moving beyond fence of comprehension: the Queen pundit gives them truth to speak and they call them rioters, reluctantly, sight dimmed by lens corrupted for 400 years. Summer home owning normal American’s adorned in horns of dead gods and […]
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Dreadhead Cowboy on brown and white horse, Fueled by sadness and compassionate remorse, So many children, once lovely, now dead Many weep mutely; he rebelled instead. His rebellion was born in a system unjust When his car was pulled over in a police bust Wrongfully charged with possession of gun Held in jail banished from the sun He was innocent/ […]
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Imaginary Journey Into a Queen’s Grave Cooling at home In the love zone She on the phone I’m flexed to bone We in the vibe Hearts open wide Peace flows inside We love to hide Here in the bubble Far from the troubles Our love is subtle She come we cuddle We sip the wine My girl so fine Her […]
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(painting by Catherine A. Moore) We chased the comet, Descending like a teardrop It’s journey slashing polluted Onyx sky. And then the news John Lewis gone now John Lewis gone now. His Trail blaze righteously cutting Redemption way, dim, descending To rest with heroes under The earth, where they nurture Us in the night. The comet speaks And i see […]
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(Pulled over by cop. Executed in car. Cop exonerated.) Picture me rolling I don’t stop Hands tense the wheel I see a cop Slow to the limit Pressure drop Don’t want to be no Strange fruit crop Sick of this shit 400 years 400 tears 400 fears them Muthafuckers 400 years in arrears But we ain’t gonna get paid Until […]
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After several memorial services, as a world chants his name, and bears witness to his image, George Floyd has been put into the ground. His innocence and good nature are irrelevant. It does not matter that he was a good son to his mother, father to his children, human being in his community. He is dead, another human life murdered […]
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