Category: Oppression

swallowing swords and building fires

3/20/2017

Countless women swallow Themselves whole
Using swords to Force their light down
To the pit of their wombs
Praying to bear daughters
To carry the torch They consumed

We are the daughters
born With swords in our right hands
To forge new paths
torches in the left
To light the way
And blood boiling wild and hot
Coursing through our veins
We have been imprinted with flame

Our mothers were the martyrs
They swallowed their light
But we still saw the glow in their cheeks
The slither of sunshine
Breaking through their teeth
Because of their sacrifice
We were born of Fire and steel

Our swords incite fear
But the true power is in our light
And with it We can't be tamed
We won't be bound
We are limitless
And the world is scared
Because We possess magic
they struggle to understand
so they use our swords to pierce our insides
Force our hands To turn in on themselves
And We have learned to hide the flame
in our mouths keep them shut

But we will not self destruct
Oh no
It's time to Pull the swords from our throats
With mouths wide
We will sing songs of defiance
Using the light pouring out to
Gaze upon the earth with new eyes
And we will dance
because there is fire shut up in our bones
The embers hum to our battle song

We are the daughters of women
With fires in their bellies
Use your sword to carve their names
We were born to set the town a blaze
So burn baby burn
it is your destiny
to engulf this world in flames

trumped: a new america

3/6/2017

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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dignified rats

2/22/2017

when i was 10
I watched my hamster run
Full speed towards the glass of his cage
The wheel turned rapidly
Beneath his paws
He stopped
But the wheel took him for a ride
His body flailed in the belly of machine he once powered

Jenny told Forrest
"Whenever you get scared
Run
Don't try to be brave, just run"
because Jenny was running too
We are all running
Running from or towards ourselves

Later I would witness the hamster
Defy the intended use of that wheel
He stuffed the bedding beneath it
It was stopped in its tracks
A wrench had been thrown into its gears
He shakily scaled its sides and
Over and out of the cage he went

That hamster was wiser than most men

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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Lavish cages

2/6/2017

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My room has no windows
But it's a nice room
Walls the color of pussy
Ceilings white as cum
It's disposition doesn't scream sexual ecstasy

It is an art gallery
Equally arousing to me
It's a pretty room
But when the lights are off
All of this is engulfed in a black fog
Caged in by plastered walls
Not allowing a slither of light to creep through

This is life carved by society's hand
We have been caged
in pretty rooms without Windows
the illusion is the veiw

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the tamed tongue

2/6/2017

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I can hear the chains rattling
With every flick of my tongue
Every word an emblem
Of the wars he has won
Through manipulation pillage and con
It's a high pedestal the white man sits on

What a comfy throne he has built
Plush pillows cushion his soft hide
All but a pretty veil
Covering the foundation of the seat
Leaking with blood and the rank of defeat

Filling our nostrils
We can't breath
And we plead
for air from the oppressor
in his tongue that we call our own

How infinite, the ripples of Slavery
He has colonized, our minds with his words

But bilingual we are
We have taught ourselves the speech of soul.

Revolution
its not a word but an action breaking the chain beneath our tongues.

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