DARK WINE
Art by Christian Marclay
My city so dark. Hate far too easy. Love is soo hard.
Wars party raging in our hearts.
We have a ball with fire. Whiskey blood and tempers heat light my city.
Come enjoy it with me.
My city so dark.
Hold my hand. Let’s jump together. Swim out too deep. We got each other. But I can only save me.
My city so dark.
We make it spark. The beauty. The shock. Turning hearts, the beats flatten people out.
Praying under lights doesn’t hide the dark. Cries don’t wash clean lies. Some trail away. Sloppy escapes forge new names.
My city so dark.
I’m willing to walk.
Always on guard. All lights on me. I Don’t look up. The fall is too hard. I scope where to put you down.
My city so dark.
That’s all we, see? For each other? Forever?
Enchanted, but not a movie. can’t see the good we all have, until it’s all gone. Hate rushing like a flood. Love stalled and backed up.
My city so dark.
It’s what everyone wants. To stay on guard. Shielding our hearts. To say we outlasted our hurt. And shout famous last words.
Is your city this dark?
Good Black Neighbor
Image From Movie Coonskin
Is there such a thing as a Good Black Neighbor? Sounds like a fucked up, racist question but I’m black so I can ask. Especially since breaking and entering was the perfect job for an underage dark-skinned kid needing to get paid.
But now as a man, I don’t know. My back yard looks like I’m living in a house I broke into. I’m on my best behavior out here because this gated community has more rules than a homeless shelter.
Just about all my neighbors are white. One day, when I was walking my dog, I saw a white who lady locked herself out of her house. I only knew this because she nervously approached me-a stranger who is not her husband and asked me if I had a ladder. I didn’t, but I knew how to get her one.
I immediately started scanning through my favorite porn scenes and got her that ladder. I placed it near her most accessible opening-the second floor window. It was raining, so she was nervous about climbing up. Again, I immediately offered to help. Eager as an addict to make my own original scene.
But when she said no! She would rather wait and call the locksmith. I was like damn either she don’t like niggaz, I’ve been watching too much porn, or I gotta lose more weight than I thought.
All I know is I’m heavy where it matters.
Rat a tat City Bitch.
Image from movie “Coonskin”
Massacres and manhood.
Sex lies-screw the truth.
Kill the truth. Sex lies and violence is the American Drug.
Like Doughboy said “either they don't know don't show or don't care what goes on in the hood.” "Either They Don't Know..." - YouTube
Unless its white or a rapper gets killed.
My favorite person is Malcolm X. And when I see images of school and mass shootings which has always predominantly been done by white terror-minded boys and men, I don’t believe this is the pigeons coming home to roost. I always think of Eminem’s song “White America” which he says, “I could be one of your kids.” Eminem - White America (Official Music Video) - YouTube
And they are Americas classic kids.
Tobacco, guns, denim, and r-words. The world’s favorite “ ism” after sex.
I won’t ignore the gang violence committed by Blacks, but we need to remember, America doesn’t care. It keeps them insured.
Its critical to the mass condition. Government’s god given decision- approving death with votes, check the taxes. They fund a trillion rounds of war. it provides stars for the depressed. The kind youth look up to.
They don't see losses when they collect bodies as trophies. The whistle don't blow when bullets run out. They shoot with dicks, nuts as clips. The lost ones make the most cents.
We say let women run free and fix it, but who you think are stroking the men? I know not all of them, but hoes choose to be loyal to pimps. Money and influence makes strong fierce women weak outside the sheets-despite the power of pussy.
You know what I'm seeing. You're seeing it too. You can say it with me. You’re saying it in your head!
Someone asked if it's an attack on manhood.
Nah, I don’t think so. But everybody’s virgin is different. Cause everyone wants to be a new, fresh, tight villain, worshipped like a hero.
Weak men will kill and beat people they believe don’t think they’re man enough. That is the only time I have ever viewed masculinity as toxic. And I don’t even use that word.
I don’t give a fuck what someone’s version of masculinity is because it’s not my business until they try to make me believe it is or I should think the same.
I’m a man. I raise my family and kids my way. I have a dick. I can be gentle. I come in woman when they ask to make babies. I can be sensitive. I come on them when I’m tired of kids.
I compromise. I lie when I want to make them feel better and avoid them when I don’t. It’s my choice. If you don’t like it leave me to fuck alone.
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Where is the grass greener?
Art by Ravi Zupa
WHITE MAN!!!
pass the whip like a bong.
They gather, pretend to care. Make friends, shake hands, shuffle on cupid. Keep playing. The happiness in music only you hear, covers mothers screams and heart attack from despair.
Dishonor every promise.
When the check flows, close doors on solutions.
Make Amends.
Praying hands shuffle reparations. Payment for separation. The currency to Keep niggas chained, to the block, round the clock.
6 to bury 6 to escort. Hell- they're in heaven digging onyx skin and diamond teeth.
LISTEN MAN!!!
There was a time when the shooter was a hero. When they made sure the good ones made it home.
Now for every life cut short Black Folk celebrate by destroying our own.
FUCKMAN!!!
STOP! Put your hands down.
STOP! Letting your silencers fly. The bang is deafening when bodies hit the ground.
BLACK MAN!!!
Let the pavement speak. Make it rumble where they sleep. They snore with power. Bellies full, laughing at our disaster.
Make them avoid pictures showing their distorted aura. Scary like a man abandoning families. Their shadow self-lying, claiming it was "him or ME" knowing both could've left in peace.
They believe we accept the beating.
Move sharp.
Our tongue-lashing retaliation is art they display, and study, and re-create flawlessly.
THEIR VERSION OF PEACE MAN!!!
Always an echo I hope not to hear. An Image I shouldn't have to believe, shit I can’t unsee.
AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! MAN.
My tears hit like anvils. I wish they were bullets.
I wish they were wet, filled with lead, crumbled and dead, still chilling like their niggers.
Normal as breath leaving bodies, enjoying the lynching party.
Heartbroken Heartbreaker
Art by REHone
The thrill of negativity is uplifting. No matter how it comes or who you come in, you feel the high before you come down.
That’s why I ask you to spend time being selfish. Selfishness holds families and love together. As long as you stay when it’s bad-and help get each other through. THEN you can leave. And maybe you won’t get looked at as a sucker.
I know that might Sound fucked up. But not as much as me wanting to fuck up everyone who tells me no, especially if we’re together, or in a relationship or love each-other. Then that makes me want to go fuck everyone else.
That’s why I just don’t ask. So, I don’t take anything personal. Because I want revenge for everything. That comes from not being selfish enough-or to say it so you don’t think I’m a lunatic, It comes from not taking time for myself.
---This is how I broke my own heart. I never took time for myself to find what I could do to help. I was just always on the hunt. Chasing Angels and their inferno.
I was spreading those wings that provide warmth and comfort. I was seeing visions of ecstasy and how wonderful the future and love could be.
There were a-lot moments like these where I ended up fucking myself. But there just ain’t no better feeling. It’s the male version of abortion, and abandoning his seed---our Plan B. It’s A gut emptying sonic boom.
It’s like taking a good shit after eating too much greasy food that makes you feel like a baby is trying to kick its way out. Then we can just wipe ourselves clean and walk away, and ignore, or admire the pain we caused.
That’s why you gotta to spend time being selfish. Selfishness holds families and love together. As long as you stay when it’s bad-and help get each other through. THEN you can leave. And maybe you won’t get looked at as a sucker.
I know that might Sound fucked up. But not as much as me wanting to fuck up everyone who tells me no, especially if we’re together, or in a relationship or love each-other. Then that makes me want to go fuck everyone else.
Chirp CHirp (Natures Alarm Clock)
If my chirping is annoying, it’s because you need to move.
Get up and do what you promised.
If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for the ones depending on you.
You are your only excuse.
You are your only solution.
Just get up and make the right moves.
You already know the wrong ones.
They left you living like an animal.
Life is What you make it (Sometimes)
Sometimes
When it’s beautiful outside, I just wanna make it ugly.
When it’s ugly that’s when I find beauty.
Don’t judge, you do the same. That’s why we’re not getting better.
Too many times that’s what holds us together.
So, when things start to change, we flip. We claim suffering makes us tougher but only on each other.
Sometimes
I want to restart.
We had many chances. Break-ups, divorce, wars.
I get what we ask for. I hate it when I have it. I love it when I don’t.
It’s because I don’t want you to experience the power. I want it alone.
No judgement. I need to help and harm exclusively. I need to be blame free. I want credit doubt free.
When the world seems ugly, I search for the beauty.
Sometimes, it’s easy.
I stop looking in others because they leave.
So, all I have is myself.
Sometimes that’s the hardest to experience and believe.
GODDAMN HELL’OF A LIFE
Why God, the devil got me hard. He was beautiful and gay—I mean happy in his own unique way. I’m only saying this cause this month is banging like that Pharell song.
And mines is dark and gloomy like the world and the coward bitches making laws.
Please overturn my thoughts. Dont let my anger breed hate.
Normally I don’t succumb. But right now, I’m like everyone—Full of stupidity, willing to spread it for fun..
Who’s Life Matters?
Low Lifes!?
Black Lives-Nope!
Blue Lives-I don’t think so?
All Lives-Hell No!
Cause none of our daughters have a right to do what they want.
Only a man fucking her-not too hard, unless that’s what he wants. Refusing condoms. Wants to feel life hard. Grinning like a demon. Shoots her up and flees.
He’s on the run-in & out of your spouse. Refusing to make or honor his own. A lifetime offender of a crime everyman and his following women give their life to repeat. God set’s them free.
Bitch, hoe, motherfucker, sucker-god-damn-please.
How come only death makes it stop?
Tearing up. Families and hearts broken. Drugs, alcohol, suicide give hope. Not enough to reverse. She can’t take it back even-tho he turned his.
She tries to push through and out with more force than his promise to pull. Out, away, up to, and in-saving another woman from the pain he put her in.
Superman of disease. living unscathed. Unbothered with decay. Responsible for providing one hell of a life.
Whose Life Matters?
White life?
Low Lifes-Yes.
A Man’s life- Absolutely, Mother Fucking right. Bitch. Hoe.
And if he can afford a lawyer-he is supreme. Believes only Bitches and hoes matter-if they follow man’s lead. Anyone woman otta line-ABORT them.
They ain’t really needed. Except on their knees praying to a man. Their dream. The only crawling and crying a low life wants to see.
Letting off, fucking off babies with ease.
Fuck them. Fuck that woman. Fuck the bitch. If she won’t allow a man’s hoe decisions.
Aww, stop acting so God-damn sensitive-pussy-in the bedroom, behind any closed door you love man’s dick.
Let’s make a baby. And.. Leave it. Fuck it. It’s life. Don’t matter more than mine. One and done. I get to keep and save mines. Time and money is the only life line that truly matters.
Don’t complain. Don’t worry, I take, and I give.
You don’t like my gift. You’re fucking selfish.
I gave you the choice of pregnancy and I chose to be free.
Aww Baby. Don’t hate the player. Hate the low life suckers that allow me to play.
I can wipe you away from my conscience. Who needs you? I’m fertilizing the worlds garden. I plant and choose the one I want to keep. The one that looks good and appeals to me.
I am THE dream.
To all Bitches, Hoes, Low life Women—
If you ain’t pro man’s needs, you are a waste of life.
THE SUPREME COOURT OF MAN
GOODBYE___________
BREAK UP SESSION
Art by Betty Dodson & Carlin Ross (www.dodsonandross.com
What is there to talk about?
Same shit as yesterday.
I don’t want you. You don’t want me and for that BITCH! You gotta pay.
Before I leave. And grant you peace-the type you said you wanted me for. Now you say— you only feel drama when my key hits that hole.
It’s cool tho’, cause you won’t be able to live without me. I don’t care if I made you tired of men. I like you even more now that you fucking with women.
See, I told you women play more tricks.
But you ain’t the only one with power between your legs.
And now you figured out a way to be every mans dream. I can just watch. You bring the strawberries, I’ll provide the cream.
Whatchu mean no?
I had that body for years. I gave and put you through everything that made you stronger. I was like—nah, Bitch, remember I am your daddy.
I taught you what men like. You owe me your life.
Summer Bodies
I haven’t received mine yet, so I don’t feel like being around anyone. Fat people remind me of myself, and I don’t like it at all. And the fit ones… If I’m staring, I know my wife is.
Worst Behavior
Women Beware.
With more supreme injustice, America just scored another one for the racists, rapists, pedophiles, molesters, and religious cult polygamists.
Also, if you’re a fat Black man, in a interracial relationship with a uhhh BIGGER BODIED White woman; beware. You might get mistaken for Clarence Thomas and his wife.
Wild Nights
A strange woman approaches. You’ve seen her type before, just not in person. She asks
“Do you have any ChapStick.”
What’s your response?
Gender Wars
Straight Men everywhere are wondering Why?
Lesbians are taking their most beloved hairstyles.
“How dare they.” “It’s for us.”
They say, while staring at sexy physiques of fit men they wish they had.
And asking, “why are we being called cis males?”
“Are they calling us sissys?” “Fuck them.”
Wait- you can’t and even tho you really really want to, they just don’t want you.
THE CLASSLESS DISTRICT
Adults thrive from broken promises. Teaching kids to slide, into crime, distrust, and promote lies. What a life and error to be a BIPOC student in the North Thurston Public School district.
Graduating into the mentality of injustice the district hoped for and taught.
The school district and board repeatedly said it takes time to fix their mistakes and the problems they purposely ignored since creation.
But what they’re really waiting for is time to run out so they can award themselves for another undefeated year against students fighting for justice without.
It’s an easy win when you don’t even have to pretend to care.
BRIDGING THE GAP
Today is the first time in a long time I remember feeling truly blessed. My daughter is graduating high school as senior class president with a 3.8GPA.
That wasn’t the shocking part. She made it through her entire pre-college &adult life without any of her friends going to jail, getting killed or becoming drug addicts. I felt like I was in a fairytale.
And I know it’s called good parenting, but I know plenty of good parents whose children ended up dead, in jail or strung out before and while in high school.
I know time tells all, but again, for the first since exiting my 20’s I feel time is on my side.
But this ain’t about me.
CONGRATULATIONS BABY!!! LAILA aka-LOVAYLA!!! aka-ROSE GOLD!!!
AND TO THE ENTIRE GRADUATING CLASS OF 2022—(ESPECIALLY RIVER RIDGE HIGHSCHOOL. Because they tried their best to force some of you out, simply for standing up for what’s right)!!!! YALL ARE THE FUTURE
MAN NEEDS
Yesterday I… Screwed it up. And that’s all I wanted. To do what I want. No talking, no judging, just open submission.
Today I will make you cry. To hide my blemishes. I’m just. I’m like a book. Each edition is translated different. I read when we are at war. You depend on me to shape your mind.
You want sharp destructive, smooth comfort. You want me to help you escape. I turn and change. You consume. I think for my benefit and miss the message.
Tomorrow, I will do it again. My desires change but never end.
Air It Out
Talk. Argue. Shoot. Run. Air out. Breathless. Son of a gun.
Hang it up.
Mantle pictures are everyone’s outcome.
Some get there fast by slowing bloodlines. Slaughtering a daughter’s choice to escape bondage. While boys roam free, fighting to become toy soldiers.
Deep breaths. Hurts deep. Air it out. Out of breath. Sleep.
Parents crying before their time.
The only resource the rich can’t buy.
Loss of life. Every class is rewarded with the same ending. Getting aired out should never be the reason.
In Too Deep
The sun shined on my heart. The Breeze blew the incense of heat. The smell of bodies melting. Covered in secret. Skin reveals prints and bites. Scripts uncovered by diggers. Hammering, plunging. Echoes from caves. Humming as flesh waves. Drowned in the rush. We were never the same.