promyshlenniki…

my uncertain moves
are not because of my age
it’s that i’ve been prey
and have learned to be cautious
skin hunters take on strange forms

heritage of violence…

they’re disregarded
the graves of the forgotten
crimes buried deep and
over grown with denial
transgressions never atoned
america’s history

repeatedly raped…

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america

 

 

ethic cleansing…

stars
have dimmed
once
vibrant colors
symbolizing
freedom
and
justice
have faded
bleached
by
the glare
of
ignorance
and
complacency
to
corrupt power
turning
this nation
into
a whiter shade
of
pale

 

a flag’s silhouettes of death…

you
demanded
that
i
stand for the flag
while
insisting
i should fall
at
your feet
whenever you
offer
some morsel
of
freedom
but
it was my family
that paid
in
blood
for the wealth
of
this nation
we have been
enslaved
beaten
degraded
and
murdered
for
centuries
without
cessation
of
violence
against us
for all
of
those years
and
yet
you pretend
to be
offended
when
anyone
questions
why
gratitude
should be shown
for
a history
of
barbarism

 

story of brutality…

the sight
of
blood
flowing
on
the streets
may
engender
no
feelings
from you
since
it’s
not
your blood
but
rest assured
these
troubled times
may
soon
see
your blood
mingled with
black blood
and
your flesh
detoured by
wall street vultures
or
cannibalized
by
good
christian folks
who
have
a history
of
offering
their
god
to
slaves
immigrants
and
native americans
along
with
blankets and linens
contaminated
with
smallpox
it would seem
things
have not changed
but now
it’s
an offering
of
covid-19
from
the
white house

 

malpractice…

diagnosed cancer
but all treatment was withheld
patient was told lies
so life and liberty died
and now the bodies pile up