American Benefits

I don’t have a drug problem
I don’t have a baby
what I have are bills to pay
with no assistance to save me.
I pay into benefits
they don’t offer me anyway.
I am not a junkie or a single mom
if I were today most my problems would be gone
if I came illegally or was a refugee
the government would provide me
money to get onto my feet
but I have lived a good life
I’ve been responsible
I gave my life to social work
but could be without a home
I have worked my whole to make it comfortable
I have given up my mind
and now I’m on my own.
Never thought my country
would turn out not to be my home
a place where all my labor
turns out to be on loan
for someone very different
to make it all their own.
No, I have lived a good life
but now I’m on my knees
there is nothing left in a country
filled with thieves
we protect all others
leaving good citizens to bleed.


Race and ethnicity: inherently different

Do you know what words mean?
The difference between race and ethnicity-
one is nationality, culture in kind,
the other is constructed in the blink of an eye.
One is based on skin tone
the other place of birth
if you’re a black American
thinking you are African is absurd.
One is not the other
Africa’s not your home
you might be of Caribbean descent
but even that culture probably
isn’t your own
thinking black is African
does nothing
but embarrass you
have you ever asked a born African
if their experience is the same as you?


Why is it
that all I see
is upper class society
trying to stop the fascist regime
to save the rest of us ignorant fiends?
Kill the bigots-set us free-
do you even know anything about poverty?
Or just what you’ve learned from Gaga and scene-John Legend taught
you what we need?
What the fuck does he know about
living poor like me?
Pronouns and safe spaces
that what you sell us.
When white privilege is your rhetoric
you’ve clearly forgotten how the rest of us live.
You aren’t heroes- super or zero,
just cowards and ignorant excuses for people.
Antifa: Laguna Beach? Beverley Hills and other golden streets
how are you fighting for the lowly?
Take the fucking mask off if you wanna throw heat
just a walking ego, a child running with needles-touch that flame
blame me though!
Antifa-the middle class dies
and this is what we’re left with?

The art of passive suicide

How much is your life worth-
is the price a steal?
Can I take your Pulse
without a big appeal?
Will you defend your breath
or can I take it too?
As you frantically Swype
will anyone come to save you?
As you tweet goodbye
will anyone defend you?
As you lose your life
was all this fear a virtue?
Martyr not a class
of cowardice and compliance
why make it out?
Instead just playing to the silence-
50 passive victims
death caused by their inaction
one man with a gun
against a bunch of clubbing

Cherno Biko

What a lady
a real goddess
proving to the mass
she’s flawless
shining through
this white is right
breaking out of
Transcending all
your morality
just ignorant hypocrisy.
Cherno Biko
an idol queen
a perfect example
of a woman’s theme:
all snakes in the grass-
Biko takes
doesn’t ask-
he’s a rapist and a hack.
The devil in a dress
just a delusional
forcing transmen
to bare ‘her’ child?
Apologize as the victim
the hero of this movement
should be jailed
and left to ruin.

Millennial anarchy

Legalize anarchy-
create the chaos
through the streams
normalize this languishing
and scream that you are radical.

Radical a thing of dreams
when you drink legal anarchy
an oxymoron but we see
oxymoronic thought as
critical thinking.

Legalize anarchy
systemize the radical
because we all know what heroes need;
a nice safe place to live and sleep,
a place the government has let them keep.

My San Bernardino

I’m from a land
of blood and violence
a desert
that thirst for a reprieve
from this silence
a barren wasteland
where nobody hides it-
America has failed
to acknowledge our plight and
our children are met
with eyes rolled and slight yet
every American says with a sigh
just another day in San Bernardino, right?
I come from a land forgotten
for convenience
we don’t fit your narrative
so you don’t even see us.
I gave my life
to serve the vulnerable
only to discover
I’m worth as much as my home.

Ghetto fabulous

I think you tryin’ too hard-
looking rather thristy
struttin’ up the yard
playin’ at empowerment
desperate as you are.
All the other women stifle-
laughing hard
you posin’ for the camera
for applause
feeling all empowered
holding no cards
all this twisted rhetoric
and you oil your shit?
Spending all that time bleaching your lips?
Tell me how normal three bathes a day is
you feeling anxious
because you don’t know what freedom is.
Looking for equality when you should look for respect
but girl
I guess that’s something the rich tend to forget.
Come hang with the degenerates
we know how to live.
Dress like we got your wealth
getting respects even out of pigs.

That’s Entertainment: the Winehouse syndrome

With all these heros you’d think we’d be saved
all their money paving the way
words they keep saying-playing the game.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing-
keep getting paid.
Every album sold is another ‘we’
but when the rent comes
no royalties.
Bills keep building, you need a new job-
one that doesn’t interfere with the one you’ve already got.
It’s just not enough
even with cutting back;
skip meal, no new slacks-
hope these pants will last,
no lunch-need gas
work through break
under paid
still gotta work too afraid
what if I lose my dignity?
Can’t be unemployed in poverty-
gotta keep working for the pride
to get paid
just to afford to come in again.
Keep draggin’, draggin’, draggin’
’til death do you part
leaving a corpse as beautiful
as modern art-penniless and forgot.
With all these heros you’d think we’d be saved
but the one percent keeps us as slaves
no middle class
the poor who won’t act-
leading us back to black.