Where I Reside
The annals of society; where I reside
As far removed as the dark side of —
The moon
Cold concrete graves encased in
Steel bars
Piercing supernatural lights
Policed and patrolled by
Horned custodians
Sanctioned — to exact violence
Draped in red white and blue capes
Nature? This is anything but
This gloomy construct
Manufactured to house the poor, brown, and sick
Humans dismissed — in the millions
Overcrowded — close spaces
Oppressed people
Entombed in “justice”
It’s criminal
Removed from society
REMOVED FROM SOCIETY
“Us” Leftists
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Us “seize” the day — to just “BE”
Our ideas — our vision — takes root and sprouts like a
Spruce, oak, redwood
Our commitment to that day doesn’t shake
Resistance IS essence to us
The world exists to be changed — shaped — like clay
Suffering pitfalls like rolled ankles in gutter holes
Yet — us persists; staggering, and wobbling
Mutual aid sustains us — never doing “it” alone
Us knows the truth about — us — queers artists youth
So — us will rise and grind — stealing time from our
9-5 — plotting by candlelight
Meeting fascists in the day
Finding ways to sustain — us — outside the state
Resistance IS essence — so hope remains
To win one day — our faith in the hands us hold
The ones of us who know
MAWA (Make America White Again)
What to do when —
Your very existence is
Criminal —
Immigration
Illegal
Institutionalized;
Freedom — LIES
American dream is anything —
BUT
Best as a “dream”; that — at least — is free
Peace and civility
At the expense of —
Violence and humanity
“Give me your poor and your sick”
And we’ll lock ’em up quick!
“Your weak and your frail”
Better placed in jail
Publicly; it’s ugly to see
Hate to admit; that we have poor and sick
So we disappear them
SICK!
“Get off the streets you criminals!”
“How dare you be poor!”
“Get out of my country you!”
“But — pick the fruit before you leave.”