IMU
IMU just another side of the SHU as far as the dark side of the moon
silent too
segregation —
torture abuse
mental degradation
hatred infused
it’s what they do resistance seems moot
what’s the use?
— RESISTANCE
see
it’s ESSENCE
it’s core to our belief in the struggle to be free
no matter what you see cages gates indiscriminate bombing
RESISTANCE is key fundamental to me
what I see brings me grief
what I hear brings me tears
what I speak is truth
ALL I fear is NOT fighting
Untitled #1
I write what I see
most sights are so bleak
screams
silence
both deafening
genocide, hunger
atrocities
carceral state has captured me
revolutionary being ain’t easy
but it’s beautiful too
what struggle can produce
relationships forged that refuse to yield
break in the face of repression
it’s painful
the loss… the cost
what you gain
though
what we all may
helps keep the faith
today I’m loved
well met and received
comfort and understanding
warms me like the sun I cannot see
my people care for me
like a freshly planted tree
love still grows
even in the darkest holes
that’s all we have
all we are
love and trust
relationships are a must
to persevere and resist
to rise and persist
all we’ve got is us; to my loves, those who know, who won’t let me get lost in the hole
Kites in Gaza’s Skies
High time for kite flyin’
hypersonic missiles streak the sky
above
kites fly high
life; finds a way
defies
your very aim
resilient aren’t they?
Shopping bags and tattered rags
hoisted high
not in surrender
to let you know
Gazans still stand
Hypersonic missiles streak the sky
as
tears stain a Gazan’s face
rubble tattered land
as children’s kites glide
in spite of streaks
stains
rubble graves
against the backdrop of
charcoal smoke
black holed sons
kites still fly
One day
I will streak the sky with kites up high
one for all who died
all who gave their lives
to shed some light
or
to save some
all who were
stolen
robbed, taken by their fascist regime
a kite for every human being, 55k and counting
I Hate It Here
Where do we go? Shall we just dedicate another memorial? More bulletins and t-shirts printed while bullets rip through t-shirts and hoodies pointed blood red — aloud the names — it’s still the same. How many since that day? How many still got away? How many locked away? Buried alive in a concrete grave. How many more names?
Untitled #2
Doin’ hole time
2024-25
world weighs heavy on my mind
doin’ time with revolutionary love in mind
stuck away where the sun don’t shine
except when you come to mind
I cheese wide
knowing our hearts entwined
never mind the time
your hand in mind
I know I’m fine
Innocence
Hop off the innocence train
no one is
“innocent”
today victims of violence
genocide
need not identify their infant-cide to avoid “justifiable homicide” (death by fascist)
set aside that “peaceful” cry
show some teeth
stiffen that spine
head held high
“I”
am NOT
perfect
innocent nor clean
“I”
am deserving and worthy to “BE”
free
from tyranny
oppression
fascist unnatural selection
“I”
Palestinian
Black
queer
woman
trans
Native
HUMAN
deserve to “BE”
deserve humanity BECAUSE “I AM”
I don’t need your “innocence” train to “fit” neatly for you
I am not “innocent”
I am human
For Amir
I dreamt of you again
no longer a boy
a MAN
tall and strong as I am
I hold that imagine in heart to have
at hand
I’m getting older
you too
I love you though
just like new
when I first saw you
held you
precious
fragile and pure