Guilty

*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

Polluted skies

We stare death in our children’s eyes

Guilty.

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