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I got mines Versus We got Ours
By Tiny
In the system- based on “pay”
Our tired bodies are used for trade
We think to ourselves
If only we could get “made”
If only we could get paid
But the funny piece
About that Belief
Is that every dream rooted in acquisition
is a dream rooted in dominance and oppression
Every dream rooted in gettin it in
Is a day spent in another poor person being done in
Every moment spent in I got to get mines
Is someone else’s stolen life
I got those amerikkklan dream blues
Where revolutionary moves get lost
In the holes of our too tight broken sole shoes
Every day spent barely covering the rent
Is another day lost to Mama Earth Dominance
Is another day away from what we can do to step away
From buying, selling, our bodies, her body and our souls
Based on how much we can pay
This Poem-Cast from a poverty skola goes out to my fellow poverty skolaz (and un-colonizing wealth hoarders) who feel lost in the broken krapitalist dreams that always costs -prices rise- and cant ever seem to be bought-
Crossing false borders, losing lives and limbs, working for shit, doing criminalized labor until we get pinched - and yet what happens - do we EVER get ahead??? Liberation cant be the answer until we overstand how we all got this krapitalist cancer.
We Cant live into being free - unless we can all see- that the answer isn’t in Getting our piece
While the akademiks and wealth-hoarders study, exploit and profit off our pain - continuing to gain their comfort based on our struggle to attain-
We are still lost - behind those border walls- those prison Cels
Those Buy My Ugly House Poster Boards
While our dream continues to be - I just need to get paid and hoard
Or I will never be Free
We will be stuck in I got Mines
Black and Brown Krapitalism aint the answer fam
Its just another wite supremacist lie
Our models for the homeless, landless peoples solution to homelessness we call Homefulness- are MOVE Africa, Landless Peoples Movement in Brazil, Shackdwellers Union in South Africa, Sogorea Te Land Trust, PoorPeoplesArmy, the Zapatistas in Chiapas - us houseless peoples from all four corners have to struggle everyday in amerikkka to keep our bodies and lives and dreams un-enmeshed with the amerikkklan dream, - because its right there in front of us- so close we could almost touch it- just a CorpRape paycheck - a jefe , boss or philanthro-pimp or phat side hustle away..?
The deeper challenge is to ask ourselves - have we all swallowed the krapitalist vision of “success” cool-aid? are our bodies so tired and CONfused by what us poverty, indigenous skolaz are told, taught, sold and pimped for so long that we can’t Un-do it from our Minds…
Is the I got Mines so deep - so sweet, so tasty - so lacy - that it will win out We Got Ours EVERYTIME?
The reality is that us poor folks have struggled so long just to survive, just to keep our babies and bodies alive that we cant see
That we CANT Real-EYES
That liberation is NOT rooted in the I but the “We”
That we were ripped from blood and kin, CONfused by media, music, our own families terror and poverty drama, cutting so close - so deep - that all we can do is pray and weep
While academics and poltricksters, use our struggle to for their idealistic elitist dreams
No poverty skolaz - its time
WE got this
like Patitiva would rhyme
Holding each other Up
Letting go of misplaced greed rooted in the violence of I got Mines
Freeing up our Tired bodies and minds
Dancing around the edges of - living, breathing into
The Power of the People - the Loving Liberation of We
This is the time
Cant We See???