Category: Revolution

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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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

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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trumped: a new america

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