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…
Tag: anarchist poetry
“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…
“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…
“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…