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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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 watching hard inspecting how much I ate Them slammed doors can hear from afar do the doors know how deeply they scar? Them bronze keys why do you exist separation creates pain and its balled up in my fist

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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 its principle facing our fears & embracing our weaknesses maybe our greatest triumph or fuckup stand yer ground, feel it quake arms so brittle, legs so weak struggle to recall the point of this still willing to go for whatever the point…

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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 to differentiate between right & wrong, good & bad We build songs to give a helping hand and ease a burned heart We build communities to shelter from hatred and abuse We build support to give strength to withstand the burden of…

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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 a meal? How hard does bread need to be before it is a rock? Do I fight for something more or swallow my dignity and food? CCA you corrupt fucks where’s the Oregon militia when you need it? I ate much better…

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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 this how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19? This is fear I can feel it eating through my stomach like a starving lion lurking I float in the warm blood below that puddles beneath my cold carcass nothing I have to say, sadly is…

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“About Capitalism” a poem by Eric King

These walls silent as the dark & lost haunting as a ghost these walls will fucking crush us all if we ever give up hope these walls steal inches by the hour pressing down & smashing joy these walls will gladly break us all if we ever give them the power these walls snap shots of decaying minds cold and without mercy block out the sun, in case it shines shocks out the dark in…

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