Leaky roof

 I don’t know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

I’m not even going to begin to understand.

As the days go on and nights turns into days

I’m starting to grasp that you’re as dramatic as I am.

In Depends Day

 Like some Americans, I’m conflicted.  On one hand, I celebrate independence from The Conqueror.  On the other hand, as much as I hate playing the victim, I can’t escape feeling conquered.  Mass shootings every day, must deliver baby cuz ain’t no other way, still illegal to be brown, but put on a smiley face and don’t frown. 

We went to the beach yesterday, and the townies had a grand parade, lots of blondies wearing their red, white and blues, already drunk way before noon, I kept hearing “Everyone’s American today,” yeah, right, only if you’re fair-skinned with nothing to say.  I was terrified as I walked with my family, through the crowds of the privileged and the plenty, people just standing in the way, forcing me to yell, “Excuse me!” Awaiting conflict, and praying for safe passage, we made our way back to our parking space.

Today was founded with a barrage of bombardment, as we let The Conquerors know the business we meant, for freedom only rings with violence and commitment, and Heaven knows the time we’ve spent, waiting for change that was supposed to come, awaiting the day of Freedom for everyone.

I’m not holding my breath, sadly, I’ve been prepared for Death, that any day could be my last, say the wrong thing and at last, I see a blast.  Everyone’s scared to get their ass whooped, so they hold the piece unsteady, begging for the wrong look.

Weird times, we’re living in, is it naive or is it sin? To wait for freedom in the land we’re living in, I can’t complain because pretty pretty I’m sitting.  I treat all with kindness, but I know it’s rare, to live in a country whose sole purpose is to scare.

I keep my head up, for I know this shall pass, and soon we’ll return to kindness en masse, but for now I’m vigilant as I always have been, to welcome the change that I know is coming.

These fireworks have been going on for three days now.  Cheese and rice, I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Nuts

 Ooh la la

Ooh La la

Once again 

At a bar

Hula music

Don’t confuse it

For a romp

At the mall

Rue Vie Wait

 (Rue)

I abhor that 

insecure men 

afflicted with micro-dicks

hate women so much 

they govern their body and kin

with micro-pen that pierces skin

just to violate generations of souls

while “righteous” hypocrisy

acts like bare feet on blazing coals, 

and wounds so capriciously.

(Vie)

The way

that lies of freedom and liberty

Is lost

So callow 

So shallow

Like new biting frost

In the morn 

Of a brave new sunlight.

“Prepare the shackles!”

“Bind their delicate wrists!” 

their echoes shriek as 

they salivate 

upon this day of execution.

They strive to seal the fates

Of innumerable women

Both born and unborn

For decades to come.

Shame on them, 

and they I condemn, 

for picking a fight 

that was already won.

(Wait)

Hell hath no fury…

I eagerly await the day

to hand out matches for

It’s their damn right…

I’ll stand by as 

The flames ignite through the night.

If puerile fans clown around 

and burn a town down

because their sports ball team 

had outdone the other, 

I’m perfectly fine with 

having a new Ladies Night

where the girls, 

after the last straw, 

make it a point to instill fright.

As a father 

in awe of a daughter, 

and the son of 

another incredible mother, 

the lucky brother of a powerful sister, 

and a proud husband of an unstoppable mother, 

I’m outraged and repulsed to be associated 

with the nincompoops and 

beleaguered, feeble old men 

who proclaim to be “family men.”  

Spare me the insult to my intelligence 

that this could be anything but 

a boot of strangulation to the throat 

of every expectant mother.

To force a young victim, 

To live day to day

With the ravages of rape

until delivery day,

And carry the child

Within her

Then every day on her body

Until babe becomes man.

Damning that woman for twenty years

TWENTY YEARS

for the falsities of

Pro life

Gimme a break

They hate women

Pure and simple

And deserve to be castrated, 

for it’s not a burden of man but

One for a woman to bear

And she’ll crush it I’m sure

But at what costs?

To sacrifice career, health, money, freedom, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness…

Shame on you, SCOTUS, shame on you for the rest of your days. You’ve lost all integrity, in every single way.

Theocracy and corruption are the new norm, goodbye facts, farewell, spine, i don’t give a damn about anybody’s hide but mine.

Grateful

 We’re getting older.  Every second. Every day. 

We’re acquiring knowledge in every way.  I’m grateful for the mistakes, and the infinite times I’ve said “Whatever it takes,” for bolder and badder, we rise every morning we wake.  

We’ve buried friends and fam, awoken with moments of glam, seen the depths of the soul, but we rise, with a clearer understanding of Who I Am.  

It’s always evolving, different versions of we, even though you and I remain different in memory.  I praise differences, because that’s how we grow.  

The day ones and brand new ones, the grandparents and infant sons, and daughters, handcraft ourselves into brighter suns.  The radiance blinds as we shine through the tunnels of darkness and doubt, but still, like a fine wine, we can’t get better without time.  

I’m 38, and at times, all my life, I crave escape, but I’m again grateful for every person I’ve met, because you’ve helped me achieve what I once thought impossible.  

Thank you.

GRIT

Written on May 11, 2017

 GRIT:  A sense of purpose to achieve a long-term goal

Keep at it.  All obstacles are nothing more than temporary mental blocks.  Remember what you're fighting for, and achieve success.  Nothing will stop you.  The only enemy that will prevent you from reaching the finish line is yourself.  Continue on your path, as steadily as placing one foot in front of the other, and you will succeed.

Your opponents, for example, self-doubt, envy, or pettiness, are the stage bosses of the different levels of life.  They will do all they can to defeat you, but they will fail.  You may encounter a setback or three, but persist.  Remember the prize, and grab it.  They can injure our bodies or break our bones, but they could never come close to stealing our souls.  Persist, friends, persist.

Penalty

 The sweetest time I could make,

Penalty,

Like smelling cupcakes as they bake,

Penalty,

The only reason why I come to work,

Penalty,

Is making them pay for their mistakes,

Penalty.