Category: White Lies

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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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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trumped: a new america

ornaments

Lavish cages

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