PO' Poets
Respect Panthers on Wheels
Roll out the red carpet
Here comes the Queen
Regaining her thrown
Wait! Wait! Wait!
The pack turned on her
Black Panthers going gray
The human & animal Kingdom eating their elders
April 15th Everyday On The Paper Trail
(The Chorus)
White paper, green paper get that paper
White paper, green paper get that paper
White paper, green paper get that paper
Doctor smacks your ass
You are off to the races
Parents say get an education
(The Chorus)
White paper, green paper get that paper
White paper, green paper get that paper
White paper, green paper get that paper
On stage, cap & gown rolled up white paper in your hand
High school diploma means nothing
Lint in my pocket feels like sand
Sign the doted line on white paper
To get some green paper called a loan
Vinieron Por Nosotros/Inspirado por el Son de Los Pollos
Inspirado por el son de los pollos
Trayvon is my son
For Trayvon, Ramarley, Oscar and Kenneth Harding and all of their mamaz
Trayvon is my son
and my brother and my uncle
and my coz-zin
and that aint no riddle
(Pacha) Mama's Arms
(dedicated to the powerful roots of the living tree uncovered at HOMEFULNESS asphalt lifting day and all trees cut down because of devil-opment, gentriFUkation and capitalism across Pachamama)
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