I am from the fires
of Jane and Finch
from the mist of wet concrete
and urine
I am from a sex stained bed
from whip and a wail
from castration to salvation
from the shores of death by Loblaws
My head rings with anger
My head aches with tears
My hands are stained
in white sauce
I am a disgrace
I hide my disgrace
I hide my pain
I smile
the smile
that they want
I bow to the gods
and castrate the babies
that were not born
on our side
I am fire
I am Righteousness
sacrifice your
First born
before my wallet
shame
loneliness
envy
jealousy
tears
tv – emptiness
capitalism fails me
I offer only good
what can you lose
my people
You have only suffered
You have no joy
You have no happiness
You cower in the shadows
of my personal pain
of the terrors
of people
Who walk with knives
My people
who live in my head
weep and gnash
for tomorrows yet
To come.
yeah, a little dark (lol)
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