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Free

When white people lose their ignorance and apathy things will change, you’ll see all of our neighbors will be free just like they’re meant to be

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Supremacy White

The red, white, & blue  is still killing black & brown  to keep Wall Street green  and supremacy white. How  do we sleep so well at night?  

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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading

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This is why we fight

Early December years ago cramming for finials, I was braving the cold making my way through the court yard to the library making my way up the stairs, and who do I see being harassed by campus security but one … Continue reading

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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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As The Tryptophan Sedates

Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable   so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading

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As American As Apple Pie

It’s awful, it really is beyond words how America separates children from their parents how Uncle Sam herds them like animals and throws them in cages… But I’ll let you in on a little secret… this shit is as American … Continue reading

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Remembering Dr. King 50 Years Later

“A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death” On April 4th, 1967, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. publicly spoke out against the war in … Continue reading

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American Folklore

comfortable in our living rooms, on our sofas with our coffee tables in our houses and our condos and our apartments and our dorm rooms with our beer bottles and our wine glasses and our pain pills and our anti-anxiety … Continue reading

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Standing Rock

Standing on this rock all alone looking glass shattered can’t find home can’t escape sticks and stones thrown by a falling Rome names don’t hurt when Redskins flirt with victory the Missouri doesn’t flow to the sea it flows through … Continue reading

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