A song

But not of desperation

instead

it’s a fight to believe

in the American dream

that I was raised with.

Physicians are in the position

to make life or death decisions

or if they even want to listen

to your symptoms.

we are all sick

with chronic limiting beliefs

pained with bills

and bills

and bills

making us ill

driving to kill

it’s dog eat dog.

We are suffering from

blurred visions

our dreams hiding

behind perpetual fog.

Yes we are sick

with food poisoning

Gmos

that companies blame on

UFOs.

meat infused with

growth hormones

dollar menus

causing

heart disease

diabetes

cancer

leaving

patients popping

pharmacy pill prescriptions.

Organic supermarket

fed by the rich

to make revenue

But inequality

and inequity

are not new

to this venue.

This country was built

by slaves

No one giving two fucks

about the lives

they gave.

We are sick

sick

sick

But America

you can still be beautiful

from the Redwood forests

to purple magic mountain majesty,

the fight is not over

nor the struggle to be free

Yes America

I’m fighting to believe

looking for a cure

for my symptoms

to be relieved.

Linear

Obscure fragments
blurred moments
connected to tell
the story.
More pieces
more memories
lead to
masterpieces.
Difficult to
comprehend
til the big
picture
end.
What does it
all mean?
pieces to
peace’s
humanity.
Strategize
then analyze
convinced
that there’s
something
missing.
change your stare
perspective
is as important
as air.

Battle Cry

I’m facing zeroes
Knowing I’m my only Hero.
Back against the wall
Hope
Microscopic small
The way it’s always been
for as long as
I can recall.

The powers that be
Don’t give a shit
About me.
Choking on cheap checks
That bounce
banks charge
An overdraft fee
When I got no fucking
Money

Dollars only seem to know
Subtraction
Getting paid in fractions
Gives me no satisfaction

Held Captive
Becoming adaptive
And reactive.
while
The masses sit
Passive
Distracted by the media,
We are suffering from
Cultural anemia.

the rich get richer
And poor and get poorer
Has been said countless
Times before
But what will it take to
Go to war?
we’re already fighting
for Just
a couple bucks more

A revolution
The solution
To eliminate
Economic pollution.
It starts with
Poems that kill
Written in Amiri’s
Poetic will.
The call for leaders
Who stand tall
Like cedars.

If you aren’t Causing
Waves Of change
Then you’re the root
Of why the problem
Remains.