attempts at survival

the “right” masses observe our madness

like an unusual spectacle-

but what else would make sense

inside an empire that has us in a chokehold

and forces me to charge you by the hour for your grief ?

as if madness is confusing
when the world has us backed into a corner.

like, y’all are so perplexed
as if our rage makes no sense
inside this beast with its knee in our necks.

Black women abandoned until crisis must become confinement

Black men discarded for not surviving capitalism… the “right” way

amerikkka loves watching us collapse,

knowing damn well they the architects.

pigs are paid overtime.

psych wards are overflowing.

the shelters are full.

prisons fuller.

& you know amerikkka loves a cage.

Black & Brown flesh being weighed by state power

deciding who makes it and who doesn’t

hands locked on my steering wheel

thinking how my people are

“one bad month”,

manic episode,

migra interaction

away from disappearance.

hands locked on my steering wheel

like maybe I can save somebody.

fuck, anybody.