A million
miles away-
yet,
there,
she is,
in my heart,
today.

accustomed,
to that laugh and
that smile,
and
the cutest giggle…..
and boy
do I dream
of how
she may wiggle.
it
just a
little
bit.

one day.
one,
day
ray

alive.

in a desert
sprinkled
with impotent
directionless
fecklessness
drones.

Each

 
Breath,
a reminder
of my  palpable
soul.

too long
in the barrens,
I know
I must recall
that:

I love to fuck
and laugh.

I like to pee, and
I love to dance.
I like to flirt
(with you);
and
I like to feast,
too.

I
Love
to
Live
Life
Loudly

fig leaf
lost
or
discarded.

letting it
all hang
–

Tears falling
down my
rock cold
face.
pulse,
deafening.

there
goes another one.

my brother.
my fam.
next time, maybe,
me?
foolish old man,

Shut-Up!

you don’t get
to tell me
what.
you don’t get to tell me
who.

who the
fuck are you?

you’re old,
but you never learned a damn thing.

my dog
has more sense than
you.
He doesn’t shit
where he lives.

you rape this earth
that gives us life.

our Mother.

chasing paper dreams
and the artificial.

you killed
and raped
those who loved her.
those who served her.

do you read?
do you remember?
did you forget?

I didn’t forget
I can’t. forget
I will never forget.

Thousands of tortured souls,
asleep,

at the bottom
of the sea:

upon Wounded Knee

in the Dreamtime of the aborigine

and the lost Arawaks,
in the Caribbean.

spirit mothers and fathers
to my brothers
& sisters,
and
to me.

these
were the lucky ones.
Yo!
step off
and
get out of my face.

seriously,
Move clown,
and get out
of my way.

I don’t want any part
of your rape
I don’t want any part
of your hate

on humanity.

I don’t want any part, of
the lie
perpetrated since
Eve,
and Adam
entered the shade
of that tree.

There is enough:
love
There is enough
food.
I know
what life
means

I know the Mother,

you,
you’re just a motherfucker.

 

 

 

 

I hid.

I ran.

I accused.

I nodded, and giggled away the pain,

and the sadness,

and the shame,

and the anger.

but not all of it.

Not By A God Damn Long Shot.

time for  little ray-ray to stop 

running.
Gooding

Dyson 

Williams

Martin

Pooler

Purvis

Arnold….

You all tried to teach me.

I didn’t listen,

But you all reached me.

and I heard,

in your voices, 

every emotion, 

and every broken promise.
I am finally ready.

in the fight now,

and it’s for keeps.

Thank you.

Brothers, Uncles, Aunts

And,

Cousin,

Thank You,

now,

It’s on.

One.

Two.
Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Six hundred years:

Emasculated

Castrated 

Denigrated

Mated

Hated

Murdered 

Feared 

Enslaved

Dehumanized 

Sexualized

Murdered 

Institutionally and systematically murdered

Stolen

Robbed of history

Robbed of culture 

Robbed of name

Robbed of spiritual power

Robbed from life itself.

The power of this 

First Man,

diverted

to sex, 

drugs, 

cars,and 

cash:

dolla’ dolla’ bills, ya’all.
And still,

Murder

Upon murder.

Gang banger, corporate cog,….they see you.

And Dr. West, sorry,

But you’re next.

Was he angry?

Have we answered the riddle of the raisin in the sun?

I fear for the deaths of more innocents,

But as in any war

the innocents suffer.

Six hundred years of soul occupation,

soul obviation, 

a soul’s destruction,
Was this the first salvo?

Or 

can WE

find a better way?

A dog will only be kicked so many times.

Man

Is

No

Dog.