(For Cole)

He was the first white man
To show me his fascination
Was just as real as his hardon
But that both with dissipate
When he considered a future
Where his friends and family
Saw him linked with Black skin

Instead his racist ass would rather
Promote self as a liberal who cares
For black lives
But I know him and knew him
As a user of a Black girl, me.

So when his hometown in Kansas
Was accusing a Native I loved like kin
I knew them as liars, just like him
And remembered this dudes stories
Of his own small town’s corruption
(And perhaps I kept an eye
on KS just cause fuck yous
are one of my many subroutines)
And no he didn’t get back to me
At all when I asked him to share
And yes, now this fucker is blocked

I’m done keeping anything to myself
It sucked being 20
Black bi intersex woman
And being relationship rejected and told
I had to keep quiet about touching
(Tho in retrospect that sums up
decades of my time with
the Democrats don’t it)

Yeah no I don’t forget
Not a thing not a thing
Including the sizes of small dicks
And I’m happy truly for anyone’s happiness
But anyone who hurt me that deep
(Even once)
They never get real
happy wishes from me
I keep grudges for life, and
I wear petty like a knife

And why shouldn’t we
Those who have spent decades
Among supposed white libs
These men and women who hurt
Black and Native and then march
Only to say, sorry can you explain it?
Let me be clear, any Black Native person
who fucks only with white people is
Playing with their whole life people

Too many whites of this country are
More interested in filling it to
The brim with new people of color
They can rename fondle and exploit
This is their game and remember
This ain’t about politics
Cause wasn’t it the white guys and moderates
Who was willing to share about a beloved
While it was a lot of so called “performers”
Who suddenly could not be bothered
When a police BOLO went out?

All of a sudden bunches of those
hardcore radicals scattered
Because believing white women
And light women over Native and Black men
Will always be more important to the elite
Those them, those they people
Not you, who they donate to!

Know your place, they mean to say
When they say
“I hear there is an investigation”
#IPerformSocialJustice is the
Hashtag I should give them
And might with how often
I see them get away with it?
Then pop up like hey I’m here!
How can I help?
Ah, but before
when we was searching,
you were where?

No, your silence spoke volumes.
Nah, your performance was little, and late.
And as more and more folks wake up
We realize these white people
isnt just the ones Fucking it up
It’s Latinx coming at us with colorism
It’s Asian and South Asian, appropriating.

It’s every single one wanting to wear,
Skin of those who were killed
Mutilated raped murdered and
Violently used for a thousand years
Pretty simple reason, why too!
It makes them feel good.

It feels great for them now to be owners
Look at them now from another country
And they too are American colonizers!
Look at them getting to be old timey
Slave owning white men!
Or what else can they mean
by building Generational wealth
when a world of others
go without food
frequently facing death?

Choose the America
You wish to see or wish to be
I’ll skip the light libs who cut hair
Any day because growing up they took
Their scissors to me
and all I had to fight with then was memory
So when they shorn my braids while
Calling me Nigger Jemima Bitch
I let them locs drop and kept them
Littered on that jr high ground
So every day they walked past The hate
they used to cut me from me

And do you know one day?
I saw one of the cutters reach down
Grab a braid and trash it
He was done remembering what he done to me
This white boy didn’t want to see it anymore
The braids he ripped bleeding from my head
Lying now in dirty grass
were a reminder he wanted to skip

They’ll hate the memory
But it’s a gift we use
Against them who use power and press
To harm real humans with less access
And not a single publicist
No, they cannot compete,
when the spirit speaks!

And so they become irrelevant
I liken them, these basic af
are like ants to me
At one point crawled on me
And now back to the void
where they belong
Where no one, not even me
uses their name, for they matter not
The trick is realizing only we do

It’s been wonderful to be hanging with
Conservative libertarians and moderates
Haven’t been touched or hurt by any
Haven’t seen a single woman abused in years
All because I switched political parties
While staying aligned with
Black LGBTQIA, Natives, Moms and Me.

Now I really must transcend American politicos
Because I really don’t believe in any of it
I just believe in the people
The ones who care for the sons of all humans
The ones who help us bring the lost home.
Are you even people if you can’t do that?
Are you even human if political division
stops you from helping kids?

If you care, every summer
for a decade at least has seen the
Entire Mediterranean overloaded with migrants
Facing death as they seek help
Safety security and food for their kids
Now that area is round the corner from Gaza

Like Kushner mentioned it’s waterfront property
So explain to me why all these people who care
Aren’t already in boats offshore
funneling in supplies,
figuring out creative ways
to overcome famine?

Or has your world become so broken
You only believe in online activity
And performing?
I’ll remember I learned to sail
In about an hour of accessing that memory
My matrix ability is real
And Imma see how I can actually help
So get off your bums
All ya freaking typists
Who only sits behind a computer anyways?

Anyone who performs protest
Could actually be helping
But maybe they don’t know this?
Maybe they’ve been taught that
they only get to scream meme and shout
So their men can drop bombs on babies
So their men can kill grannies and festival kids

This gig then isn’t about the leaders
It’s the oldest war there is
It’s time to free all vulnerable
Power only go rape
and baby murder like this
when power is really scared
And really if you go deep,
nearly every conflict
Is a coverup for the power
and abuse
Of the vulnerable

Know your enemy
It’s not me, but all of mine
It’s those who keep us captive
It’s those who perform death
And say whose life do and don’t matter

If you’re Black and/or Native
In this country called America
Use every drop you can from
White liberal land
But when your family goes missing?
Call me, someone hood
someone good

And if you’re not missing no one?
Not grieving sons?
Get off your ass and
recognize your immense privilege
Most of us are missing someone
But maybe you too busy tweeting to notice

Old heads we need to join TikTok
and start yelling At these mf kids
They both want this and deserve it
But more importantly, we gotta tell them
What we did, and how we got to this
Before they take us all the way back🙏🏾

April 2024