“Everyone is familiar with the slogan “The personal is political” — not only that what we experience on a personal level has profound political implications, but that our interior lives, our emotional lives are very much informed by ideology. We oftentimes do the work of the state in and through our interior lives. What we often assume belongs most intimately to ourselves and to our emotional life has been produced elsewhere and has been recruited to do the work of racism and repression.” ― Freedom Is a Constant Struggle: Ferguson, Palestine, and the Foundations of a Movement
Sham with an e
When we are born we wake up into this universe of shams and social conspiracies
Pretending to be pretty
And merry in meritocracy.
We live one big sociological sham with an e,
Building into shame like jelly beans in the brain.
One star dreams and the other one swallows
Fulfilling their prophetic roles of the givers and the takers
While Pythia cries for them.
Some exist only to suck up the light beam dreams of other sentient beings suspended in space like the super-nova vampires they are.
Others are like zombies, bitter and undying in the blackness of our sour and sad space continuum,
Massive white dwarfs caught in the tick tick ticking dead-ness of time, readily awaiting for that moment to explode.
Democracy is not now.
Democracy is never.
Democracy is a sham existing in the eye of an idea
While those in power follow their natural order in the heavenly nature of corruption.
The eye blinks to a nascent illusion
As current as the flow of a blood transfusion
Until all Oxygen is lost from the brain
And the embers in the eyes are extinguished.
Democracy cannot be dead for it was never alive.
Power Is A Script
Power is predetermined like God
Written in a script
Not different from 1984.
They all use it.
They all abuse it.
Those people,
Caught in the turbulence of corruption
Thrown into the spokes of the government,
The corporations,
The Universities.
They all follow the same script
While they lie to the masses
Or the solitary worker standing before them
Asking for a fair wage.
But they don’t want to give in because
It will break the script.
The Devils
There’s a devil on my back
Shooting for the kill
It leaks into my head
Sad thoughts
SAD
As sad as Trumpeteers
Jeering in the crowd
Choking on their tears.
In my head too
LOUD
There are Devils on our backs
Doubling down our spine
Cutting our life’s line
They say,
“Social Security and Healthcare
Need to go away”
There’s a devil on our back
Covering the corners of our eyes
Rallying lullaby lies
As he sings,
“LOCK THEIR CHILDREN UP AND
TAKE THE IMMIGRANTS AWAY!”
The Devils drink their wine
While people fight for lives
They erode our basic rights
Until it’s dead in disarray
And we are fighting with that Devil
In the space between life and death
Almost constant to this day.
LET’S SEIZE BACK THE DAY!
There are devils on our backs
We keep fighting every lie
We have no-time to die
We’re too busy fighting
For every day.
SEIZE THE DAY!
Minority Report
Why do “They” get ahead?
Is it because “They” are white?
Yes
Is it because “They” are Men?
Sometimes
Is it because “They” are the GOP?
Definitely
Is it because “They” have privilege you don’t?
Always
War and Greed are pitting
Against the haves
Against the have-nots
Against all Odds and Evens
Demanding Equality
Against the Border
Against the Trans
Against Trump’s Wall
Against the Dreamers whose dreams are melting through ICE
While ICE steals their children and locks them in cages.
“They” will never know how
“We” feels
Mad and Female
Colored
Overworked And
Overcooked
Marching Madly
Underpaid in our Pant-Suit Feminism
Resonating like a heat stroke
Ready to collapse
Like a corpse bound tightly in her corset
Under valued
Under class
Underground
Under represented
Over Objectified
Over Exemplified and
Over it
Y una Mas
On the record
Over and Out.