-
God Save The King
I’m sorry for your loss,but I’m sorry for the loss of a nation’s voice,and frankly, I don’t know you, so my right to chat shit just means a little more than you do.Pain is a panicky, prick of a thing.Perhaps you’re acting out of character,or perhaps this was who you’ve always been…Who’s to say?Not us,…
-
The People’s Republic Of Unrest
I hope this finds a home, in your head. I hope you can hear, the censored solidarity, sent into silence, by techbros, who believe in freedom, until it pays not to. I hope your heart beats, out loud, without fear, healthy and unharvested, playing the lullabies of liberation, as you run, racing to your place…
-
Kneeling In The Garden
Deep under dirt, I grow, audacious, ferocious, fed by rain, you sought to deny me, formally segregated sprinkles. I will grow, and glow, under my moonlight, and bloom, in the morning, to kneel, with all the other flowers, you denied the right to exist, in your garden. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The…
-
Drink It Down
I’m powered by pain, that’s sponsored by Pepsi. I’ll throw a brick, with a brick blood manicure, and my sensible shoes, will suffocate my suffering. I’ll hold your crimes above my head, as I steal your streets, until my arms break, and your tangerine toddler tweets. Lock me up, hose me down, I’m…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 