Juneteenth

I sit in coffeehouses

And read Tolkien

Because Lincoln freed

My ancestors 

I can live ( almost )

Anywhere because Martin

Luther King had the Audacity

To believe we were as good

As them

I can eat in ( almost ) Any

Resteraunt

Cos Freedom Riders and

Sit in-ers chose to listen

To the ghosts of the past

And not back down

And a man can’t ride your

Back, if it isn’t bent…

Freedom is not free

It is rented, paid with

The blood of ancestors

From generation to

Generation

So, when you see me sit

In coffeehouses, reading

And writing, im not just

Just giving thanks to me

Peeps, but making plans

For the next battle ahead. 

~

We Have No Kings…

The Orange Cheeto brags about

Prosperity

But tent cities in L.A. beg to differ

The Marines open up shop

As sunflowers grow in concrete

Even beauty can be found amongst madness !

He says the people are healthier 

While a man pleads with his

Health care provider not to drop

Him, having a job and going to school

Shouldn’t be penalized for being

Successful,

Kids talk to their phones

Instead of each other, prostitutes

 and A.I. Girlfriends, 

give you the live you

Need, 

America is a dystopic novel

And the book of Revelation 

Is brought to you by Fox News

If Fox news says it, 

then it must be true !

But Kari Lake plays marches to boost

Morale.

Who would’ve thought comedians and

Drag queens would be the voices of

Truth? 

America is a Dystopic novel 

and Elon Musk

Is king.

 I continue to pray for strength

But God say to suck it up 

and deal with it

People  voted for this !

In Amazon we trust, 

at least a strawberry moon

Gives me peace…

America is made in China

~

Song Of An Aztec Lady

The way she moves her ass

is a thing

the lovely music of her walk

is a thing

the tenochtitlan of her brown skin

is a thing

the cafe morena of her nipples

is a thing

the celia cruz in her song

is a thing

how she is priceless like gold

is a thing

how her beauty can never be sold

is a thing

naked, shining like cuervo gold

is a thing

strong like maya angelou, she is

is a thing

she brings peace like a cancun dream

is a thing

her eyes reminding me of frida kahlo

is a thing

she lingers in my bed like pollo frito crumbs

is a thing

she loves like a poem sonia sanchez would write

is a thing

she carries the aztec warrior cry with delight

is a thing

keep telling stories like sonia cisneros

that’s your thing

disrupt the status quo being you

shake that thing

it’s your thing, it’s your thing, it’s your thing

from new york city, to chicago, to el barrio

a brown lady who lays, after she  slays

Blues For Mistah Charlie

Love your enemies :

Hating them takes too

Much work

Mistah Charlie obviously didn’t 

Get the memo about  what 

Malcolm said, about the chickens

Coming home to roost

I let an old guy cut in front

Of me in line at the coffeehouse 

Better to keep my cool instead

Some fights you win

Simply by walking away

As I listen to thelonious monk

I think of Charlie Kirk  and thank

God  I have better odds of

Making it to 60