How do I impress,

how much I was blessed

for the moments we digressed

in the dueling matches,

in our verbal practice

of heated conversation

and pointed contemplation?


How do I express

all the truth

that you spoke to me

as we sat beneath the trees

in a far away country?

How you showed to me

this mean world

by forcing me to see.

Tearing down the myths

and the histories

fed to me

by those that disadvantage me,

the people who teach

the people who preach

all that they want to me.


How can I express what your truth

really means to me?

How you took my heart and

pointed it at the world’s brutality.

Opened up my eyes

to all of the lies,

all the stories spun

to denounce Truth’s cries,

to this country’s

bankrupt ideology,

tearing up the globe


and solidly too.

Showed to me

the distinct stupidity

of a people hooked to what they learn

from a show on MTV

then claim to be

the bastion of civility

of Democracy

of positivity.


Yes you demanded of me

to consider how

a people who love freedom

take their poor and their weak

and keep them in slavery.

Say what you want to me,

but we’ve lost our morality,

Obamacare, yes I swear,

we are great at pretending

that we’re actually sending

help to those who need it

but how can’t you see it?

We make life real convenient,

to those we want compliant,

we don’t want them defiant,

so we grant them salvation

without an education,

and then blame Democrats

for “wasting” our tax,

but they’re right,

it’s all a game,

but we call it the wrong name,

blaming the poor,

for the way that power

sets the score.

Distracting and taxing,

real good at acting,

like they’re looking out for the good

of the kids out in the hood,

when in fact,

they play this tact

to ensure

that people stay,

just the way they are

so they can put the profits away.


How do I express

my thanks and the humility

I feel due to the honesty

in which you spoke to me?

Because in reality

so many lack the ability

to see the world

as it is in actuality.

They walk through the world

unaware of how it turns,

ignorant to the burns

that streak omitted history,

the stories they don’t wish to see,

they’re living so comfortably

valuing not faith or family,

but bowing instead

to the tyranny of making money,

bereft of the knowledge

and the education

that would ultimately

break the indoctrination,

unleash a new creation,

reveal the hypocrisy

of a world that’s set up to be

in favor of the royalty.


How do I express to you

all of my gratitude

for coming into my world

and turning it upside down,

taking my head and spinning it around,

slapping off the chains

of a rosy disposition

granted to me

by my Western traditions?

You removed the blindfold

that had taken ahold

of my heart and my soul,

making me believe

that I’m really truly free

when in fact its a myth,

this true Democracy,

when the game is fixed,

a crooked society,

they’ve got us all tricked,

I’m unleashing my sobriety

cuz the truth it’s got me ticked,

your no longer gonna lie to me.


So now I will express

the depth of my distress

as I look around and see

the truth that you taught me.

Only some of us

are taught to read

are taught to write, properly.

The rest are left,

in the streets

without someone real

to call their Teach,

Say what you want to me,

but send to me,

a 16 year old who hasn’t been taught

how to read?

No, that is just,


They say ignorance is bliss,

but I would be remiss

if I didn’t recognize

that ignorance is the prize

that is planted in our eyes,



Thank you for clear eyes.

Thank you for the truth.

April, 2015
Los Angeles, CA

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