*posted from a cell phone.
We illustrate pain across the skin cells of our mother
While still within womb repelling her essential nutrients
Rebelling against her pleading to proliferate
To propagate life
To eliminate sickness
To feed our minds long enough to seed our wives
But we beat our wives, cheat our wives, deplete their lives of…
Another daughter deprived of…
We are bathing in out mother’s blood
Caging our mother’s sons
My distant brother, slain motherfucker
This mother, she, I eye
Captains of industry managed to sneak into our cribs whispering RSS to our early death.
Now boys with toys toil and struggle
No father in cheque
Don’t bother they bubble YOUNG MAN FUMBLE
YOUNG MAN, YOUNG MC, YOUNG ID, ARE YOU KIDNAPPING ME, PRAISED AT THREE TEENS?
But I’ve rebelled against our mother and I too am guilty of rape
guilty of sickness
Guilty of murder
Guilty of ignorance
Guilty of war
Guilty of wanting more
Dear mother, our nations, our continents
I am guilty of this global plantation, these disconnected communities, tribalist insanity, petty pursuits and of committing our women to plastic living statues, guilty of championing dreams of transcendent stupidity SUCKA, guilty of supporting the very system that profits off suffering, you suffer, we suffer, guilty of egotistical lynching against egotistical lynching.
GUILTY. EYE OBJECT. GUILTY.
we stare death in our mother’s eyes
We stare death in our children’s eyes