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: political 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…
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?…
“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…
“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…
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…
“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…
“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…