“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...

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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...

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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 ┬áin glass houses I envy them all people who live in cages...

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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...

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Them bronze keys a poem by Eric King

Them bronze keys o’ they rattle am i free or starting battle Them slammed doors how they wake my battered spirit they tried to break Them bronze keys open my food tray guards...

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“Walk away or fight” a poem by Eric King

  People say to be strong but never say or mention where to absorb strength from is it strength that risk of the hole over a lack of vegetables or reckless rebellion maybe...

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“They build walls to hold” a poem by Eric King

They build walls to hold to separate and destroy They build prisons to enslave to rip hearts to shreds They build planes to attack and build plants to make bombs They build borders...

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Am I angry or hungry a poem by Eric King

Am I angry or hungry starving and shaking throw a punch or take a bite cook a meal or start a fight? In what world does canned spoiled fruit and beans count as...

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“how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19?” a Poem by Eric King

  This is a feeling you can’t escape its an empty loneliness, I know it me by myself despite a strong team back in the boxing ring keep hoping that i’ll wake from...

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Untitled Poem by Eric King

I think I see it, clearer they want us to live life in fear not feeling that kind of life broken into our minds robbery mask on tight to steal our sense of...

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