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.
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
Mississippi stuntmen
THANKS
Still
April 28, 2015
Numeral: 400
As in 400
Parts per million
Carbon dioxide
We release
Into the atmosphere,
Among other gases.
Chemical
Warning signs in the sky
We still ignore.
We can't take
The heat
Rising below the clouds.
Watchdog
April 28, 2015
WHAT DID YOU PUT IN YOUR POCKET?
It occurs everyday in this natural food holler:
Something looks suspicious, somewhat askew.
Doesn't look like a Yuppie, probably don't have a dollar.
Any Black man, any poor brother will do.
Like a solid shadow, the watchdog follows his steps
Through neat, crowded aisles of health:
Past free-range chicken, organic kale, turn left
Tailing a brother, walking by himself.
ARE YOU SHOPPING AT OUR STORE? OR STEALING?
The Other Conquest
Untitled Poem from the Inside
February 17, 2015
The Point
January 27, 2015
