Occupy everything

I sold my guitar for a bus ticket, down I went to the park.
I called in sick for work, down I went to the park.
I bought extra groceries, I took them down to the park.
We skipped daycare, instead I took them to the park.
I heard they needed some help, so I took my tools down to the park.
I heard they were hungry, so we made soup, and brought it down to the park.
We ditched gym class, and got people skipping rope down at the park.
I was feeling lonely, so I went down to the park.
There were people everywhere.
They squabbled and squawked.
They clamored and clanged.
Though the chaos was organized.
It was disrupted by the DIVA's laughing, pointing and taking pictures of themselves amongst the huddling masses
It was disrupted by the DUDE's asking for your phone number and giving you hugs when you didn't want them
There were those taking advantage of the kindness and of the freedom of others
But then I heard a voice, which was tired and almost a whisper, that rang in my ear and shot through my soul,
"HEY! How could you?! Don't yow know we are here night after night, in the cold and the rain, screaming and yelling for a reason? We have ONE DEMAND and it is CHANGE! That means an end to selfish-narcissism, an end to sexism and racism, to cessation of gentrification,a bridge to be built, over the gap between the rich and the poor, a bridge over privilege so we all are on even ground, that the wall around the 1% be taken down so they know what this shit smells like, so that children of CEO's realize there are children starving in Idaho, and not everyone who goes to school is taught to learn, so that ipad wielding, ugg wearing, tweeting teens of the rich learn humility and that trust funds don't last forever.
JUST THINK! JUST READ! JUST LEARN!
STOP COMPLAINING AND CAMPAIGNING FOR CHANGE AND FUCKING DO SOMETHING!
BECAUSE WHEN THEY COME FOR US, THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU NEXT

For you, jerk face

Your work is so hostile and full of rage
He told me
Don't you ever write about beautiful things?
About spring flowers or blossoming lovers?
Glittering stars or a calm river?

I have written about those things before.
I know what it is like to speak of sweetness.
But in my present state I am the bitter lemon, a serrated knife.

My eyes are wide open
I cannot write of beauty
Until I can make everyone
Aware of the filth

To Areefa

Sista you gave me soul
Sista you gave me groove
Sista you gave me rhythm

You showed me what it meant to be a strong woman
You showed me what it meant to be a proud woman

You gave a six year old enough sass to last a life time
You gave me the power to speak my fame,
to live my dream,
to never let a man do what a woman was born to do

Because we were born to sing the blues
Lift our spirits higher
And make the world remember who we are

Thank you sista-
for giving me soul

Just going to say it once...

A BIG GODDAMN TO EVERYONE WHO BLEW OFF MY SHOW FOR WHATEVER REASON.
I know many of you had work or whatever, but a big fuck you to those who saw ZOUNDS or went to Comic Con or slept in instead.
It was my FUCKING birthday.
I who tirelessly try to help out everyone.
Offering help with a smile at every turn.
I go to all of your shows and support all of your events.
Why couldn't you support mine? ONCE.
I wasn't asking you to come to a poetry reading of mine, I was asking you to come to a punk show. SOMETHING YOU LIKE ALREADY.
Why can't any of you kids give me the time of day.
Why can't you be decent to me? I don't fucking get it.
What is it I have done to make me this leper of the NYC punk community?

I can't even begin to explain what a fuckking shite day I had.
I have never felt so fucking abandoned by my peers.
We might not be best fucking friends, but seriously... what the hell!?

I can't tell

I don't know what it is these days.
I am exhausted and beaten, without having done anything.
I am frustrated and confused, without knowing the question.

My eyes are tired.
My skin is sore.
My head is aching.

But I have no idea why.
Why am I feeling so sluggish.
Why am I feeling so useless.


I NEED A PUSH