I don’t want to write poetry anymore I just wanna talk shit

Where do I begin

When the whole world has been crumbling for a minute

All of us fighting for this pot to piss in like it’s the only place to sit

Game of porcelain thrones

Everyone bleeding over one-ply papers

Worth international deficit

Shout out to my American privilege

Where ignorance is protected

And propaganda is the primary news outlet

No scorn over countries war torn, just know both sides are US funded

Terror isn’t as terrifying til you and yours become the target

When it comes knocking at your door

Economic decline existing solely in the working class and poor

Gas is $4.20 in Vegas on a good day

I’m just trying to make it to work

Make it work

Knowing someone else is benefiting from this sweat

Thirty percent of this check

Already guaranteed to the government

Navigating tourist traffic

They have a habit of making us their escape

Make us wait as they wade through ensembles of tax dollars on display

While teachers take yet another strike day

Begging for a fraction of what is deserved

Observe the reflection of this absence of earnings

In the absence of what these kids actually learn

The irony in adopting yet another sports team 

As we simultaneously cut funding

For schools’ athletic programs

Talented kids with little chance 

To perform in the stadiums which surround them

Everyone wants to complain on the ‘gram

Most of them forget how to fill out a ballot

Easier to take a stand than a bullet

Yet most people cower

At the mere thought of losing followers

Processing pain and hardship

only in a way the masses can palate

I never mastered the art of silence 

But I’ve gathered strength in quiet moments of solitude

Uncovered truths which never made it to my tongue

Fear held me dear in the barrel of her gun

Ignited by Sun’s fire 

I tire of composure and pleasantries

Muffled screams in filtered highlight reels

Say something real

Say something controversial

Talk shit if you have to

But please just speak the hell up!