Not sure what to feel
So lost in this maze of kolonizer-created traditions
Consumer lies, pain & exploitation
Of the real
For so many years I can hardly stand it
Stood in free food lines, blanket giveaways, begging for housing crumbs, bread crumbs, and other scarcity Amerikkka lies with mama
Her desperation to be cared for, housed, safe and loved coulda killed most people
And did
And yet here I am
In this short time on earth
Feelin so sad
So scared for me, my son,
all my sistas and brothers without roofs, enuf food
Imperialist lies
and nothing good
Yet I know people have been built to honor this day
And there is something beautiful about the pure love of Jesus’
On this fabricated-birthday
Spiritual inspiration, gift giving and family love
And so it is not for me to say
It means nothing and there is nothing to this day
It is only for me to question who is being loved and who is not
How can we care and share with all and never leave people
Shot, exploited –
Out in the cold & wet
Struggling with racist lies, border hate and imperialist thieves
always on the take
From Oakland to Palestine
From Haiti to the Haight
Someone’s deep rancor is always around to fuel disgust and deep
Wrong-headed hate
So please help me family
Dream of multi-colored holidaze with multi-lingual songs
And no kkkolonizer fake dates
Or capitalist inspired wrongs
No displacement or eviction – violence or
Poverty and race inspired convictions
With all gods honored and ancestors too
With all dreams realized
And all children loved too
With healthy meals for all
Our elders and our small
–
Humility for things u don’t understand
Ability to respect cultures that shouldn’t be
in anyone’s hands
Following Our indigenous principals
And the purest love for pacha mama/the land
This is the PeoplesMass
Its Everyones Birthday filled with Love n justice –
And it has nothing to do with
Cash
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