PO' Poets


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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For Mama Solteras (Single Mamas) in poverty and my Mama Dee...

Thank-u mama(s)
fo feeding me healthy to run fast and always see clear

without any money near

 

for dreaming always of mo betta even tho

u were filled wit so much sorrow

 

for living through evictions and endless poverty

and never giving up the dedication

to something u saw in me

 

fo saving me from pedophile glances

and teaching me all your ritmo and carrying my soul  through so many dances

 

Ocama…. Ocama – Ocama.. Pachamama (Listen, Listen, Listen Mother Earth)

 

Ocama…. Ocama – Ocama.. Pachamama

 

For all Taino of Borike'n, Haiti, Dominican Republic and Beyond

 

Ocama… mama

 

Ripped of skin

Blood and kin

 

Spirits and medicine

Called a sin

Osama bin Ladin is dead?

Osama bin Ladin is dead?

Osama bin Ladin is dead,
my next door neighbor
asks if I am red
(communist)

I am just telling it
like it is, I say,
suggesting he is too
easily led
(and, no, I am some
sort of anarchist, I
say, in the deep
privacy of my head)

Foreclosures, poverty,
hunger, slavery, war,
rape, oil theft, and
more, you see--
why should Osama
bin Ladin's death
mean much to me?

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