Gotta love [hatred];

Single mother raised a surfer

Caught the california coast

And all the love of mother–

Dontcha know it takes a whole village

Don't you know

You killed my whole village?

I, mother, grew up there a sawdust Choctaw,

I walked across mountains and

Draw sandcastles on all antarctica?

Dontcha know America the beautiful

from day one wanted all us Sumwuns

Homeless?

I yearn for the coast,

But all i got was motorcycles

I'd die for the surf

But all i got was homeless shelters,

Project housing

No, don't talk back, but on your conscious

Are all the drugs you swallow

Just to hold the thoughts back

Of the sons and daughters slaughtered

For your coastal homes on water

From that old money in boston

To the college that it funded

But you're under the impression that you earned it.

Never was a live lived any easier than these and he's and hers

With blue eyes;

Live on autopilot unless otherwise decided

Undeserving of your turkey

Put machines to work for war, with every word you wrote

An order form to be ignored

From old man tom

On turkey day;

You never would forget that he was red

Till he regrets to get the President a gift

Of sacrificial and indigenous proportions

So much for portion and/or guun control

The model girls are throwing up their supper

Passing over butter on the cornbread

Never apple cider, only water

Meanwhile in africa,

It not has rained a drop

No more the currency prints pennies for your thoughts

no store bought penne for these staten island italians either

Lets just react to image over Islam;

Can the taliban afford it?

A four door?

Guess not.

Each day at 7 o clock

They use a corvette as a gun

And kets just hope this judge sits highly on her honor code

Beyond nazi enforcement

endorsements for internment camps

And turn it down;

You tried your very hardest

But they want you in a dungeon

Or the projects,

Where its much worse

Marcy houses

But no more the rappers platinum come from

Broken home;

The trappers are all planted

Have a plate or more of shit you can't afford

Unless you're working late

Adore commercial holidays for profit

ignore the purpose of the slaughter

Punish all the poor, but right after you rob them

Take a snore and pour your water over corn atop the cob,

And in another world just hope your boy comes home from war,

Or door-to-door insurance sales

You might as well just heads or tails

To whether you will live or die

to tell the tale

Of black or white

Over your pecan/pumpkin pie.

I don't think i'm really supposed to celebrate “thanksgiving” this year.

It seems even my ancestors were forcefully evicted and tortured simply just for existing.

Why should i expect in this day and age it should be any different?

I'm being targeted simply just for attempting to exist in the United State of America as an African American Indigenous.

Perhaps, just as in the days of the great genocide–were I perfect and young with light skin I would be left alive, to marry and make good children.

But instead I am seen as a thing, and left out easily in the street–

Perhaps because they haven't use for me.

It is easy to torture ugly things–from which some even draw enjoyment.

And so it seems my time in the world is coming to an end,

And if today i am thankful for anything at all, it is this.

The end of a torturous and pitiful, wretched life.

THE MISTRESS coils an emerald stone and tumbles it into her expanded palm— it momentarily transforms into an equally as emerald SNAKE before becoming once again a stone inside her palm.

Enamoured, she looks it over with amusement, but still sighs with the dismissal of boredom.

—oh look at that, I do have a snake.

What do you know!

She grumbles.

Not much of snakes but they do, at the least, bring dreams to nightmares…

Don't they!

How posh.

{Enter The Multiverse}

L E G E N D S

flower.

Unreleased — TBA 2026

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