Goodbye, Friend

I walked the pier Ignoring the screams Dress blowing in the wind The gulls parted before us I clutched you in arms The wind is rough but still soothes I poured you into my hand And finally was able To let you go

Of Diaries, Of Trails

The trail of freedom is littered With the tattered diaries of The soft folk The true folk The loud folk The small folk Of lives passed Reliving their trauma in their pages Relating to it in our bones. While these diaries line this trail Like golden bricks covered in blood They stop. Where these books of …

Nigga Musician

Hey, Nigga Musician What are you going to do, Nigga Musician? Entertain them, Nigga Musician? Sing, then sing Dance, then dance, Nigga Musician Tom, then Tom, Nigga Musician Are you going to play your acts and take care of righteous business, Nigga Musician? Or are you going to do like you always do? Fuck off? …

All Kinds Of

Nigger. "Deplorable!" Bitch. "Rude!" Nigger bitch. "..." ...Oh.

To The Men

For The Everlasting Fuck Holy mother of all fucks God dammit COULD YOU PLEASE   SHUT THE ENTIRE FUCK UP

Dehumanized.

When you Dehumanize You take them back to a room with cold floors. When you Dehumanize You take them back to paper covered beds. When you Dehumanize You take them back to rude and uncaring staff. When you Dehumanize You take them back to bare backs in thin "robes". Did they mention it's cold? Did …