Po' Poets Project/Poetas POBRES Proyecto
Jovenes, Adultos, Ancianos, luchando para sobrevivir y prosperar apesar de la opression racista y economica, usando nuestras voces, nuestra poesia, nuestros cuentos, nuestra arte para crear cambio localmente y atravez del mundo.
Youth, Adults, Elders struggling to stay alive and thrive through race and class oppression using our voices, our poetry, our stories, our art, to create change for poor folks locally and globally.
Property Monopoly
Property Monopoly- A poem for all Displaced peoples across Pachamama-( and the people that displace them)
Property Monopoly
buys one house
then the other
Evicts all the families
even their mothers
Moves People Out
Moves people in
Buys another house
but never sees within
"Clean up the Neighborhood",
Living Pimp-Free...
Dedicated to all warriors for Decolonization from this web of lies... thx for NEVER giving up the fight!
Living pimp –free
is not eas-y
because to be really, truly pimp-free
is to be without
the security
Of systems in place,
To secure and displace,
Migrante Indocumentado Seremos parte del 99%?
Migrantes Indocumentados Seremos Parte del 99%?
House-Less
Still no resound to be
from the night nor ground
the left nor right giving sound
no riotous revelry. . . . yet!
yet the blood does violently run
to its highest point from within the young
no longer quite with frustration
no longer thrilled by morbid caution
I am Troy Davis Killed at the hands of overseers of plantations
I am troy Davis
Killed at the hands of overseers of plantations
I am Kenneth Harding
Murdered by Po’Lice for not having
2 Dollaz
Long Ago Today
Once upon a time
I was a sin
& 3/5 of a person
Something to hide
Chorus
Not so long ago
Four Questions For BART: A Poem
Do I want to know if there is a bullet with my name on it?
Is there a man in a uniform with a destiny connected to me?
Will he put that bullet in a gun and shoot me dead because
I raised my voice to ask why I am being confronted by him?
Will it matter to me that my face stares at a room full of art
resisting men like him, wearing uniforms like his, shooting
guns like his at random people like me?
On Fix Income
Paper trail
Diploma, BA, 1040EZ
Led to SSI that is real
Might be broke at the end of the month
But busy like a bee
Don’t need a time card to punch
Traveled the world
Met my girl
Dollar is not what I need
Got my section eight condo
Dancing with Uncle Sam twisted feet in the Tango
On fix income gives me freedom
Got to do what I got to do
Creative paperwork
Doctor's note & proof of income
This is work
Crossing my t’s & dotting my i’s
Reading what’s between the lines
No, Jerry Lewis didn’t heal me
Shaken
Finally living back in the island
Domain that birthed you,
All you did was
Share the gift of medicine
And comfort the sick.
The very thing you loathed most
And rose against on the daily
Found its way to you.
There was no way to predict
What barged through that front door.
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