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    “Feeling forgotten feels worst than dying” a poem by Eric King in solidarity with Chelsea Manning

    They take away your voice you loose touch with yourself. If you aren’t moving forward do we even exist? Instagram, tinder, never made a hashtag. Everyone is street walking playing Pokemon Go I don’t even have a phone. It’s so easy to feel alone Feeling Forgotten Feels worse than dying. They turned your story into a crime tortured you for daring to exist must have hurt those fuckers to know so many people listen. Flowers can grow in concrete, can we grow in cells? The easiest thing in the world is to feel you’ve lost touch, and it hurts so much, Solidarity Chelsea

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    “If Tamir was named Andy from the Hamptons” a poem by Eric King

      Every breath is an air of defiance sparks flying I breathe fire What happened in the Lorraine happened in Ferguson & Batton Rouge Police keeping cities safe passing out freedom bullets Black bodies not regarded as anything more than click-bait and hot topics If Tamir was named Andy from the Hamptons maybe it’d make a fucking difference?! This isn’t gang violence, its state violence its race violence, it shouldn’t exist but so often does happen without outrage from the privileged to well off to be outspoken This isn’t new it’s just finally on the news cause people took to the streets & when told to disperse they refused So…

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    “One of these days I’m gonna break these chains” a poem by Eric King

    I wake up alone in a box that ain’t my home without the love I call my own people who live  in glass houses I envy them all people who live in cages must throw stones tear the skin sticking to my bones got a spoon to dig down straight only digging the plot to my own grave if my body can’t , then my mind will escape my enemy wears authority instead of a face I wake up alone but we cannot break freedom is on the phone she holds me in one piece I wake up with a hole that she fills complete battered & bruised but on…

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    “Oh the life of a snitch” a poem by Eric King

    Oh, the life of a snitch you get caught with a ki won’t even do 3 that’s one hell of a plea you’re a snitch! *** Number one on your conspiracy but you’d rather be free smooth rolling in P.C. “he was gonna tell on me” sure he was, you’re a snitch! *** You sure like to talk and plan then turn witness for the man your life’s more important trust the community understands hypocrite anarcho-snitch! *** Swear “fuck the cops till I die” prison looks at you and smiles whoops next day you’re a C.I. where’d they hide the wire guy? Slimy recording snitch! *** Free a thousand bunnies…