my america

little children
blood on their hands
candy in their mouths

my america

it is any wonder
i've been rendered
ambivalant and unaware
without a conscience
without a care
sailing down the avenue
streaming through the air
hot cars, poison planes
no reason to stare
no reason to be dazed
because to day is full of lust and lavish
today is everyday

rendered listless by pills
that convince us that we're not dying
drowning in an ocean of debt
unpaid bills
no one makes connections
we're too busy bottling ourselves
in one image or another
a status or a class
thinking we're getting a piece of the pie
we're getting nowhere
nowhere fast

but there is a place
beyond this body
beyond this face
there is a nation
of the free
behind two eyes
beyond names
beyond time
beyond the stupid games
we play
so don't tell me who i am
or what to say
i am borderless
free from the boundries of you wildest expectations
i am unsaddled, uncurbed, unpredictable elation
and you'll find me
in a room
wearing clothes that aren't my own
but don't let your perception have its way with you
this is not me
this is not my home

 

yes, i like very much! good good good.

 

I just wanted to tell you that I totally relate to your poem. It's fantastic, really.

 

Big thumbs up from me!

 

wonderful...........

 

Gots love for the Crip niggas
Slugs for the bitch niggas
Cause I'm gon' trip nigga
And muthafuck your click nigga
And Cuz down on Ferguson
Cuz came up missing
And this hole I'm still diggin
No remorse, oh of course
I'm not gonn' give a
Fuck about that poor nigga will I never up in this liver
What the D like (nigga!)
What the S like (killa!)
What the C like
Post it up with this Tec-9
Split that head of a hater nigga that's right
And got a wake up from them po-po's nigga last night
See I caught them slippin'
And I'm gonna crippin'
Knick knack patty wack shoot the dog a bone
No, Cuz shoot his ass and the dome
Did I push back to the set po-po chasin' me
Blue Ragg, 1-0-4, crippin'... (stayin' true till I die)

 

Wow Fierce_Flawless...that is amazing...and so true

 

I can relate.

cringing,
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beneath the shadows of
​

gargantuan gravestone beehives.
​

babbling into a void
​

of radiation, lacksadaisical,
​

incoherent, superficial.
​

Lost our way in the maze
​

on our way to
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the information superhighway.
​

So many search desperately
​

for an ideal to which the
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tangible world refuses to cater.
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Remorseless craving for a problem,
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from which we need saving.
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Mental Masturbation of
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the Circle Jerk Persuasion,
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lounging contentedly upon conical concrete
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as the emissions spiral into the drain,
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to the center of the universe-
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much love

 

You hit the nail on the head.