I want to SCREAAAAAMMMM
The world is fucking burning
Palestinians are being starved in their fucking tents that they have to live in because their whole neighborhoods have been bombed
Congolese women are being raped for not meeting their quotas
People are pulling each other out of mines that have collapsed
Babies are laying next to their dead mothers
Trump is on the ballot in Colorado
Indigenous women and teens being kidnapped and murdered and no one wants to help
They won’t search the landfills for the remains of dead natives
We’re being fed stories by the same 6 media coroporations and AI generated fucking prompts are taking over all forms of video and picture we can’t even know what is real
The world is fucking burning and the ice is melting and earthquakes and tsunamis are shaking the fucking earth and people’s homes are being flooded and completely destroyed
But no lets just keep pretending like it matters if I pay my fucking taxes
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Free Palestine, Congo, Haiti, Sudan, the list does not end here. Free every oppressed place. Free us from wage slavery. Free us from fundamentalist Christianity in all its many forms. Free us from theocracy. Free us from "infinite" gain culture. Free us all.
Free yourself first. Stop breaking your mind and body. By all means necessary, lift yourself to the standard of being kinder, a better listener, a more strategic doer, a better problem solver, a better neighbor, a better peer, a better friend, a better lover, a better artist, and a more complete person. What doesn't serve you is meant to be done away with. If you aren't sure where to start, you begin researching. What is it that would help you survive if your current circumstances fell through as they are subject to repeatedly do under capitalism? How would you do it? Where would you need to go? What would you need to learn? Who would you turn to? I urge you to get into this work now. You have time but it's limited and tomorrow isn't promised. Act sooner. Don't wait.
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A poem and a prayer for you:
There is something
I must confess,
After every bitter winter,
When there is no light,
And the darkness engulfs as all,
I remember the summer and the sun,
I remember laughter and sweat.
I must confess that…
I look forward to a fruit,
Sweet and fresh,
And color red,
Watermelon delight after winter nights.
I must confess that,
After winter there is light,
And I look forward to see the melons,
At the farm,
Because they always come back,
From one seed,
Millions more grow,
Just one seed and many more return,
One seed to save us all…
I must confess,
I can’t wait to see you again,
Happy,
Smiling,
Full of joy,
Because I remember watermelons,
And they all come back to us…
Peace,
And joy on Planet Earth,
For you little watermelons,
For you all sweet and beloved souls,
May you be forever freed…
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This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago inspired by the Palestinian resistance and liberation movement, as well as my local community and my own advocacy and involvement in nonprofit organizations over these last few months for Palestinian AND collective liberation.
“Everyone Is Palestinian”
You think you’re unaffected by a nation of people being ethnically cleansed?
An ongoing genocide of brothers and sisters and family you’ve never met
Does it really matter if you’re not from the same descent?
Or how we argue over holy words and which religion determined what they meant
You won’t shame or tell infants to repent
But when they’re older you tell them they’ll go to hell if they disagree
with what man said God said
As the ancestors died being forced to repeat it
Innocent children pledging allegiance to a flag
And a bloody star spangled banner decorated past
“Alright kids now sing along with the class”
To camouflage the truth of all that came before that
But do you even know how many ancestors a person has?
I said do you really even know how many ancestors you have?
“For you to be born today from 12 previous generations, you needed a total of 4,094 ancestors over the last 400 years.”
So how many for the previous unaccounted 159,600 years since the modern homo sapien?
And I don’t know a single one
Not a name
Or story
or testimony
Do you?
Hundreds of years of thousands of ancestors
Silenced and forgotten
Demonized and oppressed
Displaced, enslaved, white washed, and distressed
Did I mention the women were topless?
They were safe
There was no rape
Until they came on their ships and called us Indians
But what am I really?
Is it where i was born?
Where I grew up?
Where my parents are from?
or their parents?
And what about their great great grandparents parents?
I’d call myself tri-cultural and pride myself in these labels
“I’m Spanish, I’m afro-latina, I’m boricua, I’m nuyorican”
But some people hear “I’m dirty I’m lazy I’m a savage I’m ghetto”
what we really mean is our bloodlines have been diluted with injustice and society adorned by ignorance
No soy yo que es un salvaje (It's not me who's a savage)
Wait, I’m sorry I forgot spanish isn’t actually my native language
Who are the tainos and arawaks?
I never knew my roots were indigenous
So does it really matter what you call me or where im from
if it’s all just a byproduct of colonialism?
Call me the continuation of the lives that have been erased
the manifestation of prophecy
the physical incarnation of an entire lineage gone but never forgotten
the accumulation of thousands years of unfinished history
the redemption of all of those who have come before me
the stepping stones of all those who come after
the voices of the armies of ancestors who walk alongside us proudly and boldly
standing in solidarity with those who have passed the torch onto us illuminating the ways in which we have all been lied to and deceived and divided but never conquered
the catalyst of the catalyst of the ascension and evolution of humanity and our consciousness picking up where we left off the many times we did over the centuries
Only to return again and again
One as a queer, one as a Palestinian
As a black sheep
As a generational curse breaker
As a freedom fighter
As a visionary
As an artist
As a rebel
As a dreamer
As a painter
As a dancer
As a singer
As a writer
As a poet
As a musician
As an anarchist
As a revolutionist
As a humanitarian
As a philanthropist
As a leader
As a healer
As a lover
As a friend
As a Christian
As a Muslim
As a Jew
As a buddhist
As an agnostic
As a nihilist
As an existentialist
As an atheist
As a patriot
As a veteran
As a medic
As a felon
As a first responder
As a barefoot hippie pothead stoner
As a psychedelic and mushroom lover
As a wayshower
As a lightbearer
As an astral surfer of cosmic waves
As an interdimensional sailor of new horizons
As a guardian of mother earth and all her inhabitants
As a pioneer of the future
As a redeemer of our ancestral past
As a liberator of humanity
As an ally
As a human
As a being
As a universe
As one
The bloods and the crips, two infamous gangs notorious for their rivalry called a truce during the peak of Black Lives Matter protests in the summer of 2020 in lieu of George Floyd and countless of other victims of police brutality.
Since October 7th thousands of people and children have died at the hands of an illegal occupation and apartheid state, hundreds of thousands since 1948.
Millions since the european colonization of America, let alone Palestine.
What did the world do then?
What will the world do now?
Below is a video of me reciting this poem in front of City Hall in Orlando, FL on Saturday April 6th, 2024 at a “Say Their Names” vigil to honor and commemorate the victims of state violence here and abroad. Since this day I have relentlessly attempted to post this video on my Instagram, but the app conveniently seems to crash every time I do. Stop the censorship and stop the genocide. Cease fucking fire and end the occupation NOW!!!
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