The necks of those ~
who can least
defend themselves
is stepped on
as lives transform
in shades of black and brown
to a number on lock down
on C Block
You circumcise my rights
so I can’t oppose you
tell me go f u c k myself
and envy
that I can rise
beyond that s h i t
and marvel
how I can f u c k you
with your own d i c k
Give me your weak
your hungry
those yearning
to breathe free
as you blow smoke
up my ass
like I wouldn’t know
the difference
between your breath on my butt..
and words
just recited to be heard
And yet . . .
and still you say
give me your masses...
legal forced labour
of the underclass
whose only crime it was
they were born poor
how can you not
see in my eyes ?
how do you not
feel what I feel ?
The cold ground
beneath my naked feet
as the rank of my existence
ooze between my toes
but:
no one but me
knows my pain
The stink of sweatshops
makes you rich
as I struggle to breathe
beyond tomorrow
and:
use tomorrow’s air today
hallucinate blinding stupor
r a t I o n a l i s e...
everything‘s OK
Sweat furrows the brow
as I cower
in this subterranean suite
and eat for the first time
this week
as trains go rushing by
and I....
wishing for another high
to escape this surreal reality
t h i s..
My American Dream !
© mingoáo

