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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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    Poem by Eric King

    It’s so much easier to think when I focus on the point my sidewalks are shifting standing on shaky legs Tomorrow I may awaken to a ceiling never seen Battling the state Battling the PTSD Much easier to stay awake lines in the novels don’t read straight Tired and alert, pick a team It’s so much easier to dream Knowing we will survive this thing

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    7/4 update, poem and call for support

    In the time since his sentencing, Eric has experienced an unexpected response from the prisoners back at CCA Leavenworth. Other prisoners heard about his outspoken attitude in court against the role Judge Fenner plays in the war against poor, black and brown folks. When it comes to survival based drug “crimes,” the rich and powerful draw the line between what they consider to be acceptable and unacceptable ways of supporting one’s family while the judges and courts act as enforcer. EK spoke directly against the harsh sentences for poor folks and contrasted them against the immunity that the police possess in regards to the violence they inflict on marginalized communities. Be it a fist of solidarity, a vegan meal prepared for him,…

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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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    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 is forgotten what home smelt like vividly recall what choking on fumes felt like nothing is ever black and white options are always more than just walk away or fight

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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 the state They build up police and we fight them all The build up division and cruelty We build friendship and solidarity most of all We build love

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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 on the streets when I was homeless & free can I even complain do I have ground to stand on or thin air?

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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 worth the struggle for a last breath when all there is to eat is poisonous plants do you skip a meal or go for broke? Vomiting up the last of my hopes torn between defiance…

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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 humanity the guns are locked & loaded and they’ve handed them over made us into hunters where do we go from here? We pretend we’re still human have brains we refuse to use them is peace really a blade sharpened or a face stomped in? I remember how it used to feel to smile and mean it it still sitting in my mind if I can keep it safe and sound then through this maze I can…