
Born of the land of sun.
Sand & sea
Sugar cane and sugar plum, sweet.
Sugar apple

I grapple with a world uncertain
& the future of a planet inhabited by humans
& destroyed by them.
They/them.
Lemme use the correct pronouns:
old world & modern day colonizers.
Eroding shorelines
& erecting pipelines
Straight through indigenous lands
Poisoning the waters
Air crisp, shrieks by the banshee, for the spirit of lost daughters
Kidnapped. Murdered. Trafficked
A Highway of Tears
I see. I am what you fear
skin tones that don’t
Resemble…
Fair
Covid19 2020: An Affair-
To remember
March…gone til November
Like the Fugees
Land of the free-
Refugees and asylum seekers: need
not apply
Karen needs a haircut, perhaps a dye
As
We
Die.
But, we’ve been dying since we were kidnapped from the shores of our homelands
We’ve been suffering since Conquistadors brought disease, suffering, and violence to our shores…
Exploited the land, the people and resources, yet, we the ones begging for more
Shit.
I’ve seen tweets about getting “back to normal.”
Normal is not what the fuck we are going back to.
Normal equates modern indentured servitude
School to prison for profit pipelines
Uninsured, underinsured, underpaid humans
Undocumented people keeping your kale freshly stocked in Whole Foods thanks to their underpaid labor…with zero benefits
Normal?
Nah.
Fuck that