bonjour

My friend is going on a foreign exchange trip to France. I told her to have fun and that’s amazing, and speculated that if I were to go to France, id make hundreds of tiny flyers with a picture of a baguette on it that read hello, and silently smile and bow at passerby on the street as I handed this to them.

She responded, “They probably wouldn’t find that funny,”

Minutes later, after she returned to her work I tapped her on the shoulder, smiled, bowed and handed her this.

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abuse

hold me tight.
never let go.
suffocate me right–
until my body goes cold.
may your warm bones give me releif
from all of your meticulous mental greif.
Build me a new home
in the deceitful lies you throw.
Kiss me when I try to leave
yet plead for my love on the phone.
call me weak when I weep;
abuse is all I’ve ever known.

freedom isn’t what you give me

I carry anger from the blood that flows within me;

I carry anger from my ancestors who kept quiet so their children could breathe

I’m full of generations of rage

My blood

Forcibly nomadic

Yet still in a cage

We are from the land of the sun and stars

Deceitful people who laid the foundation for how we live today tore us apart

We weeped crossing the sea to an unsure destiny

They try to say our people owned people in their same cruel ways

But what they left out is that we never kept our brethren slaves until the end of days.. 

we didn’t brutalize people in these dehumanizing ways

The mental circus, the linguistic maze they would go through just to save their face.
My blood from the sea was carried south

From the land of the sun to dying in drought

Not from lack of water

But from the relentless heat

While we built this nation with our bare feet

But remaining calm so maybe our children will make it out
One day they’ll say

“You’re free”

Get the hell out of this place

Because you’re no longer beneficial to me
From the south to the snow, my blood would go

Trying to chase what little they could salvage, 

and escape Jim Crowe
They said we could build our lives because now we have this chance

Despite locking us up and enslaving us, under a new lance

And insisting time and time again that separate is equal
We rose, we spoke; 

We marched, we choked

None of that was good enough for you white folk

We got organized, to make ourselves free

Feeding our youth, providing our own industries

We picked up guns

Put your asses on the run
You came back with laws

And infiltrated us with drugs

At night you came in the hoods

And when we made our own riches

You left our homes smoldered in the mud.
You say it’s over now.

That its all good

I carry the rage from 300 years

Is that not understood

 

Our very society has been made from this mess

But you come and cherry pick what’s been left

Sure, we set the standard of capital and industry

But don’t leave out the standard of how you view me

I carry the rage that’s been handed down my blood

I carry the rage from living in a land that’s never given us love

How can I be free

If that’s what someone has to tell me?