Free Bilingual B, a poem of transition. No edits, it is written.
I keep procrastinating the many chores there are to do the chores which help to make the dollars into two. I look around and see the space I occupy the sheets don't line up the way I like them but I don't bother to do more than think about why. I am stuck in the pattern of what to do, I can't even decide if I should send her a pair of shoes. I am blessed to be here but it's fucked up the many reasons I really should pack her things more, but each time I start my heart falls apart & it feels like treason For her life should be more than inboxed & stacked by the front door A strong woman that likes to run her mouth for every cause coming from the South. For every brown brother sister & mother she fights long & hard Throughout her life and now she's lost her cards. Stacked up against her they scream violent, violent sinner when her mouth was the only thing she ran, but they claim more & we live in the land of the white man. I lo...