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Flowers of hope

Lying on her grave

She waited for too long

Waited for too long

be: a D student in high school college drop out; overdosed on cop outs; dreadlocks grew out got threw out-- the carcinization out the bucket takes a metric ton of fuck it; they’ll pull your down-- with a grip like Doomfist--

at its zenith unity is about discord, not obedience; white supremacy is a symptom-- the ingnorance is an ingredient;

spoil the cane save the child-- young and wild; bestial; enflamed; if you’re going to build a straw man give it a brain--

after the red hats came things were never the same; or like more of the same; rock and roll music backdrop uncle sam’s finger guns goin bang

when you playing games remember the queen can move in all directions-- not everything real is true-- perfection; I, the pawn, will cross this board while there are white men in power There will always be rumors of war Born poor-- but I’m destined for more; the top feels different when you started from bottom I’m a leaf in a dark wind; incandescent, not a false dawn of autumn- keep your swords of light

loving with a broken heart is purest fight-- right?

colonizers use religion to strip away our culture how the hell you gon’ give a menu to a vulture? slave owner’s got reparations streets go name dedications talking like a slave; don’t forget your medication-- don’t forget your Racist legislation baggie of that levitation; when everyday is hell a cop’s bullet is a vacation-- patience the time will come soon the rabbit will get the gun Elmer, marvin the martian-- run. the more equal pigs shorten up my portion while old sick men politicize abortions

the bill of rights is more like the rights of bills get you a mill for a taste of fair. stoic warrior pace your mare, we maraud at midnight.

that winning feeling ain’t sustainable long ago they figured out every metric is gameable a lot will lose and a few will win I’m a raging bull that got an angry tiger by the tail I must not fail I must not fail I could navigate hell well-- I’d gut the backwoods with the sword of Damocles Got Occam’s razor up the sleeve PTSD got reality feeling make believe still set the phasers to chill bout to make me a bill abundantly skilled adamantium will--

yeah that shit in wolverine; got no way, got no means; came in dirty going out clean I mean--

I’m a warrior lost ducking the hungry vines of the skeletal garden; smoke the garden a thousand pardons the show is startin-- mugshots on milk cartons the T.V blastin out Martin silhouetted by momma’s cries I ain’t even know that shit could come out her eyes the beatings she gave taught me to wear that tear stained shirt with pride god lies satan lies the shades of grey Materialize-- divide by infinity

2020 Freestyle series #39 - saturday morning cartoons | © poet.dreamer.fool

I’ve always been hardheaded Always Moved with conviction Like god said it I don’t believe in god I believe in myself When I was child And I thought for myself Pops was getting his belt By 12 his ass gave up We would never make up But he helped me wake up and see The world hate brothers living their truth So for me to be me I had to chef my own recipe From the jump it made sense to me Where you hear a beat box I hear a symphony Poetry sprouting up from concrete Underground perspective Persephone You try to chain a brother down But  it lifted me Been taking beatings From everyone who loved me that could Got back full of scars And knives Dating back childhood All the wounds are more escape for my light My traumatic experiences Give me sight beyond sight One hand on the mic The other hand on my sons head He ain’t gonna be an extension of me He’ll be free The only thing ill do Is teach him to lead Instill daily exercise And show him brothers can read

And by any means necessary avoid the obituary These people don’t care These people are shootin We’re not quite invisible But we’re definitely translucent

Its hard to be like water When we’re lambs to slaughter They locking up our sons And raping our daughters While the white liberals Make excuses for their mothers and fathers In that Tesla happy Bumping Cyndi Lauper Pop their trunk And grab their vespa And hit the coffee shop Where they wont tip They will post black lives matters But when injustice happens Their radar won’t sip You give them tea But you can’t make them sip

Romance to us is love and basketball To them its more like Casablanca Gone with wind Its ain't shocking But I need green Blanka

This president I can’t look at him How the fuck you a cowardly lion And a man made of tin The prophets preaching facts But the cult wants ad hominems Assalamu alaikum There’s no saving the forsaken But I’ll still talk facts Like they grabbed my daughter Taken.

I’m never shaken Even if its quaking I hate a pigs But I’m loving me some bacon

Paired with Saturday morning cartoons Ren and Stimpy Living simply Those times were over far too soon My parents knew I love to write So they ain’t ground me They grounded my notebooks boom So I started writing on the walls of my room I knew they'd hit and shout But the words had to get out.