masses yearning to breathe free…

when silence becomes betrayal

dear
moscow mitch
just
a quick note
to
let you know
that
blacks
not only vote
but
are
americans
voting
legally
unlike
those
republican voters
living
in
russia
that have
overextended
your stay
in
government
furthermore
and
this will
no doubt
shock you
other
hues of pigmentation
are
also
americans
voting
legally
you needn’t thank me
for
this correspondence
it’s
a public service
you can
look
that last phrase up

ball and chain…

scavengers of young souls

the game was always
to get inside of your head
turn myths into doubts
self imposed limitations 
stronger than the chains they forged

 

 

critical white race theory…

a flag's silhouettes of death...

so
many stories
told
that
we hold to be true
but
most
are not
just
creations
for
justification
blackout paint
to conceal
the blood graffitied
highway walls
of
history
cover-ups
for
fear
that the truth
could
indeed
set us
free
or
at least
make
them
see
their
shame

 

 

the main event…

the main event

a small audience
as usual
high wagering
money
no object
for
the bettors
wagers
not
on winners
but
who
loses first
for
the social gladiators
chained together
could never
have
a real
winner
since
the victor
was obliged
to toss
their opponent’s body
over a ledge
into the sea
thus
dooming
the victor
to
the same
fate
as
his contrived
enemy
a curious
cultural battle
but
not
unlike
daily life

so where’s the surprise…

ain't nothing new

there ain’t nothing new
slave owners’ mentality
fills the nation’s veins
flowing to every corner
with its poisonous future

problematic proverb…

problematic proverb

getting used
to
the mud
on
my shoes
for
no matter
how
hard
i try
i can’t
seem
to
get it loose
sometimes
it weight
me
down
making it hard
for
me
to move
freely
seems
there’s a stigma
about
folks
with muddy shoes
they’re
not allowed
in
fancy restaurants
for fear
the mud
might rub off
on
alligator shoes
and
fancy texas boots
hell
i’ve even heard
that
folks
with mud on their shoes
can’t
even vote
or
have to wade
through
a swamp
before
getting
a chance
at
the lottery
of
freedom
but
what bothers
me most
is that
i’ve heard
some folks
have died
because
they had mud
on
their shoes
seems to me
that
a lot of people
have
left out
the moral purity
part
of
cleanliness is
next to
godliness

unused bus tokens…

unused bus tokens

ain’t
nobody
at
the back of the bus
we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell
rather
than ride
cuz’
if we ride
we’ve
got to pay
to be
sharecroppers
of
existence
besides that
we’ll
get to hell
that
much faster
than
if we’d
walked
so
we’ve
decided
to
walk to hell
don’t
make no difference
how
soon
we get there
what
awaits us
is
always
the same
a game
where
we’re
always
given
the short side
of
the field
to
play
with
rules
written
in
our blood
that
express
a whimsical
notion
of
equality
but
clearly
convey
that
we can’t win
so
no need
to
hurry
that’s why we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell

just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along