fresh ink

I could say                                          I could say

prisons                                                         rape

were build                                        was created

to contain                                             to destroy

your strength.                                       my power.

you’re in danger


you leave the pad.

I was locked

in home

trying to run

for 17 years

of abused living.

I’ve been trying to leave

you’ve been trying to come home

we like the same songs.   we dance to the same beats.   we pray to the same saints.

i do ceremony for you

for all those like you

poor, brown, loved.

for all those like me

poor, mixed, loving.

that we will tear down





back of the house


that we will all be

free in

our spots.

our hoods.

our islands.

our streets.

our woods.

some day we will meet outside

and our held fists

will rise toward the eastern sun.


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