My momma was raised in an era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see its broke nigga racism
That’s that “Don’t touch anything in the store”
And this rich nigga racism
That’s that “Come here, please buy more”
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be niggas now everybody playin
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

Potter

Your whole body has

a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.

When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter’s hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand. 

Pablo Neruda

Neurotic Society

We’re living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Broke world and debauchery, old world brutality
Cold world kills softly, whole world runs savagely
Reading into prior things, program TV screens
Quick scam and drag queens, real likely to blast fiends
Think twice and past dreams, crime if you ask clean
Quick fast, the poison has entered the blood stream
Psychological master, consequences of tragedy
Mythological characters, men and women is parody
Superficial vanity, borderline insanity
Out of order humanity, crime committed so passively
Desperados and casualties, corporations want batteries
Explanations of strategies, domination and mastery
…bankrupt, grown people so corrupt
Light swords and yellow men, Junkies in popularity
Culture so independent, vultures scavenge reality
Past feeling depravity to kings social cavity
Prey on human ignorance, popular immorality
Sympathy disease head, population misled
Self indulgent past dead, absence of the God head
Pimps, pushers and harlotry 
Nepotism, no artistry
Despotism and privacy
Desperation, dishonesty
Physicist is your policy, more money, less equality
Inflated global ego, imitating reality
Fuel cycle pharaoh, poisonous poison arrows
Hypocritics on salary, idle hands that was agency
Predisposed to complacency, jealousy, audacity
Contagious social gluttony, stages of mass belignency
Effort to make conception, generation in atrophy
Glam life in debt, scam life in editors
Byproducts of neglect children hiding from crediters
Absence of self respect, fully scared of competitors
Lifestyle of luxury at someone’s expense
Sensitive children, used up and sacrificed
Blind to the consequence, smoked up on dope pipes
Ecstasy, fast life, recklessly past life
Narcotics and cash fight, just neurotic society
Benefactors turned actors, addictions triple captors
Experience manufactures just neurotic toxic society

[Verse 2]
It’s like post-war, they looking for the commenters or who the marxs is
Ten thousand pictures on Facebook, it’s like the pot callin’ the kettle narcissist
Come on really, sayin’ it’s the devil, but you’re the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can’t even see their own part in it
No reflection, vampire paradigm
No introspection, break down
Three months before pure obsession, picture can’t take down
Children, this a shake down, they just lookin’ for a sacrifice
They been doin’ this since before Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife
Before James Dean’s car did a jack knife
Perhaps it’s because they lack life or lack guts
Never confuse the head with the butt
Opinions are like assholes and most of ‘em stink
I was told by a woman, so rethink, don’t ever let them ever lead you to drink
Leave you to doubt, lead you to fall
Get up, stand us, pass Lucifer out
Shake it up baby, watch them twist it and shout
Insecure assholes lookin’ for a ticket
To ride on somebody like the picket, it’s fuckin’ wicked, shame on ‘em
This neurotic toxic society

[Verse 3]
Sick cycle psychology in desperate need of psychiatry
Exorcism, sobriety, forcin’ social lobotomies
People stuck in dichotomies, pseudo-sicko anxieties
Serial criminals dressed in variety
Social transvestisms, subliminal dressed up as piety
Transforms projections like Cartesian images
Robbing innocence, stealing inheritance
Quiet victims with no defense portrayed over dollars and cents
Maladjusted ignorant malediction and dissonance
Too much addiction, no consciousness
Don’t trust it, this cosmology is busted
Broken returns to the dusted, stems of corruption
Oppression, deceit, abuse and repeat
They don’t feel complete unless they’re robbin’ the sheep
Man is not a product if you call it that then stop it
In this neurotic godless society

In attempting to shoulder his responsibility, the writer must always be aware of when he has something to say and when he doesn’t. The greatest danger comes when he has nothing to say, but continues to speak because it is expected of him. But the words that are not written are as much, if not more, a part of writing than the words which are written.
Julius Lester

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.


—Pablo Neruda

The true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love. -Che Guevara

“Love is thee most vital and necessary tool we have for our future, for our bettering. And we must use it with as much fervor as we use our weapons, our words and our tweets, our laws and our guns, our brands and our bodies our poems and our raps, our instruments and our songs, our science and our theory the future is calling for new forms, new methods and no longer will it suffice to vision us only in binary opposition”

Aja Monet

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