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trumped: a new america

3/6/2017

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​kidnapped 
Stolen at birth 
It's innocence 
It's Potential 
stripped away by its 
Perverted founding fathers 
Swept under Holy sheets of white 
Stained in blood
Embellished with Manifest Destiny 

We thought we could escape this feigned ghost
Spotted in deep red
We hoped we would find it
Remove the blotches 
Revive the spread 
Wash the flag clean
Freedom, hope, abundance
america 

But, Nations built on sinkholes 
Don't stand long
In the meantime we
Inhale the fumes oozing from Pipe dreams 
we know tar is filling our lungs 
still, We call this air clean

We remembered America as an ideal
The prodigy child 
Until
Trump 
​
Trump was us stumbling upon
America's young limp body
With cold eyes
rotting away in a corn field
her soul sucked out 
Left to disintegrate
By the invention of Whiteness 
That plagues both races
A cure that division won't allow 

Oh but we won't mourn
Her loss soul 
for We have mourned already 
my people knew
Now we simply have more proof 
Trump has placed a mirror to 
The festering sore 
Of dreams deferred 
These scars are where past and present meet
In this Rejoice
It is time to sever the limb 
The time is nigh

children of fire blood and flesh 
Dance beneath the moon
For the revolution calls
It's howling for you.
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Protect the future

2/18/2017

 
We were born dead
Drawing closer to our last breath
From the very first
Withering before EACH OTHER'S eyes 
With smiles etched on our decaying faces
We watch the hands 
As time patiently peels away the layers of our flesh
Fatality awaits all who draw breath
We bear the same fate, death 

Oh how fragile and broken 
We mortals are
But the future casts a cast spell protecting our vulnerable form
The future etches an escape 
From the fates
The future
Turns Venom to wine

We are the future 
It is in our power
To immortalize 
ourselves
Yet we are selfish and cruel 
Blinded by the rays of now 
Distorting our views
So we can't see beyond
Our own lifetimes
We keep ourselves mortal
Leaving nothing behind

Hate, War, Pillage, and Con
It's a nasty pedestal 
Mankind sits on
He will fall and we will rebuild
Emerging from the flames
Anew
Fresh like morning glory
Leaves kissed by dew

We are the future
But first
We must snatch the blinders from our eyes 

We can Cheat the test of time
Immorality is real 
Protect the Future
Because
The end is near

counting sleep

2/18/2017

 
7 days,  7 nights I spent Hibernating 
for 7 days and 7 nights 
My eyes were either closed or wet 
Reality was the enemy from which I hid
Cloaked in sleep 
Reality came with shackles 
Shackles I slipped out of
When I slipped into sleep

Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams 
Slumber soothed me 
Placed my soul at ease
But upon awakening 
Reality would shake me
Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams 
Frightened I closed my eyes 
attempting to escape this space

but life too is but a dream
a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare
a pinch to the arm 
revealed the illusion
the demons i cast to scare myself into safety
were unmasked 

and only then was i able to rise from my slumber
free to truly dream

ornaments 

2/6/2017

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Are we full yet?
Have we been filled to the brim,
With the rotting corpses of black bodies,
Whose lives were sucked from them,
By authoritative hands?
Has the last sneaker been lodged in our throats,
Or is it more we we can stand?

How many times does white supremacy,
Have to make itself evident before we believe it?
Maybe when white women and children,
Pull out the picnic baskets from their attics,
To sit beneath motionless black bodies,
Swaying from trees like ornaments,
As The scent of strange fruit cleanses their palettes. 
When viral videos return to postcards we will see. 

Then we will understand.
Revolution is sometimes written in the permanent ink of blood. 
We have shared our due for far too long. 
I'm talking Action 
Marching is nice but it's passive
Spreading the word is good
But we need more to happen
Everyone waiting for the first person to move 
That first person may have to be you

It's time for them to catch up. 
They don't know pain. 
Soulless people can't feel
But their pockets hurt
Do not finance the oppressors
And watch them burn.

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