tragedy

bnv

i am officially a part of the seattle team competing at brave new voices.

lolol

i don't carry pens

because i write verses in my phone. but if you ever see me playing on my phone, i'm prolly not texting, but writing.

some digital snippets inspired by tonight's open mic:

1. a peculiar rebellion felt from puffing past innocent bystanders as i suck the white man's dick. i've sucked enough white men's dicks to really know what shame is. i've sucked long and hard enough and learned how to transform pity into grins.

2. stale cigarettes replace fingers that make borders of your body.

3. we were never head above water, just above ground. meant to live out ancestral destinies staining the dirt with our blood. our cells integrating with the earth. and watching dollar signs drink the water from the ground, made delicious and worthwhile by our bones.

iran

the entire world is watching.

there is nowhere to run for the greedy; revolution is near.

my old blog with 2 years worth of poetry got deleted.

let the bloodbath begin