Po' Poets Project/Poetas POBRES Proyecto


Po' Poets Project

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.

Stolen Land / Hoarded Resources Redistribution, Decolonization & Community Reparations Tour Comes To LA with Black, Brown, Broke & Disabled Hip-Hop/Spoken Word Show

Stolen Land / Hoarded Resources Redistribution, Decolonization & Community Reparations Tour Comes To LA with Black, Brown, Broke & Disabled Hip-Hop/Spoken Word Show
 

Everything’s Political

Poverty is politics

Racism is politics

Sexism is politics

Classism is politics

Capitalism, politics

Fuck those politics

 

Portrayals

PORTRAYALS
___________

"Jail-bird"

"Gang-banger"

"Meth-head"

"Predator"

"Wanna-be mob

Buster"

"Knife-swinging

Nutter"

"Deserved to get surrounded

By heat-holding cops"

"Deserved to get grounded

With 21 shots"

But 

These are portrayals

They want you to know

These are portrayals

They want to show

Based on derogatory

Stereotypes

Pectoral Politricks/Notes from the Inside

Mr. Charles Chatman is a Plantation Prison Correspondent for POOR Magazine/Prensa POBRE. 

Editor's Note: As currently and formerly incarcerated poor and indigenous peoples in struggle and resistance with all plantation systems in Amerikkka, POOR Magazine stands in solidarity with all folks on the other side of the razor wire plantation.  For more information about Mr. Chatman’s organizations, please write to him at

#P99062

P.O. Box 4490

Lancaster, CA 93539

 

 

Lady P

 

One Woman’s Hell… a gentrifier's lament

wrinkles and cellulite
rats and roaches
a boring Saturday night

Whole Fools—White Foods?

One Wednesday

I was walking home from a 

Rehearsal with Vukani, at First Congo—

Or was it Capt. Crossman’s for John Brown’s Truth

the new mission

being in the mission is becoming

like a benetton ad or like living

in disneyland—no longer a place

of everyday people knowing the

the hardness of daily life and yet

creating joy and beauty

out of a myriad of struggles

 

instead of theater, poetry, dance, music and art

expressing the aliveness of many cultures

indoor miniature golf and outdoor bowling

are the new cultural wave and bars with

twelve dollar cocktails are ongoing frat parties

August 144 hours (Hail the 50th Anniversary of The Heroic L.A. Uprising!)

1.Looting

“I’m gonna loot ‘til the midnight hour
That’s when the gates come tumblin’ down
I’m gonna loot ‘til the midnight hour
When there’s no guardsmen around…”

I kicked off that martial law, off-the-dome
version of ‘Wicked’ Pickett’s dance floor-
filler and Son-Hawk, Ches-Schu, Ron Shaw,
‘Pookie,’ Jimmy and Jerome came in, Right
On Time, as though we’d rehearsed it, all of
our lives…

Our greeting to hoarse engines, huge tires,
of giant army green trucks bristling with
rifles, loaded with blue eyes and itchy trigger
fingers. Rumbling east, it headed down79th Street,

compassion or cocktails

walking down valencia, i see

a woman in a wheelchair

we share hellos and i give

her a buck as i wonder

what her story is—she was

just evicted from her home

or maybe her lover beats her

imagining her hunger and

pain i feel compassion for her

and know i’m the lucky one

because i have a dollar to spare

 

as i leave to walk on, two young

women well dressed and coifed

pass by—and they too must have

a story—maybe one of them has

PNN RADIO

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