spsbnd

I love how

music

a song

can show

mirror

everything

that I am feeling

I wasn’t joking

when I said you take

my breath away

I am a

I am overcome

with emotion,

heavily.

It oozes from my skin

(pores)

from eyelashes stickin

I can sit here and

drink from that bottle

that creeps in my closet

But I don’t want to go

back to that pit

and it switches

to that beat which

perpetrated such such

such

BITCH

I’ma pick the world up

and

I’ma

DROP IT

ON

YOUR FUCKING

HEAD

I love how rap is

Confidence, a stain they can’t wipe off

It flips again

To the deepest part

simple words

yet it penetrates my porous surface

and the emotion that gurgles just

beneath my epidermis

stirs

the gut

on loop

there is no going back or forth

to and fro

there is only is

only such suffocating emotion

overwhelming

gasping for breath

only only only

ONLY bile finds its way

to my throat

even words cannot escape

What can MY words say?

Nothing.

I have become a deaf mute

I can only feel tears

I grow sick

GROW SICK of

these turbulent emotions

I let you

come

inside me

let ME

come inside YOU

yet there is no such thing

as self

VAIN CREATURE THAT YOU ARE

there is always hope

at the end of these such things

but there is no hope for me

lustful matrimony

my tongue longs to click
in my mouth
pushing on the roof
of my mouth
thrusting itself
between my lips
drowning in spit
producing sounds
that
somehow convey emotion
sounds that reach your ears
boil your brain juice
and find a cozy little spot in your heart

for unlawful carnal knowledge

frick, freak, fudge!
underrated, overanalyzed usage.
centuries of verbal disobedience.
kingly disrespect; off with your head!
the guillotine will be your deathbed.
hell's curses rain upon you!
earful, mouthful, splitting
wide open the chasms of
hades, fiendish harpies haggling
occupied forces on the front
lines, cancer sticks, submachines
enforcing imperial dominance.
wankstas, thugs, ballas, housewives
orphans, toddlers toying with
raucous tongue thrusts, clicks
little boy watch your mouth!
dictator, you cannot censor my vulgarity
(that's how I feel to be honest)

sp in east la, ese

Congress
spineless wench
you are!
all in favor
war overseas
"yea"
sit at home.
mansion by lake.
sip-ping on
gin and juice.
laugh, hold
overgrown belly.
years of eating
young men's lives.
poor whites,
blacks,
Mexicans,
anyone you can
get your hands
on that isn't
Little Jimmy,
last in his
class at Yale.
daddy bought
the whole east
campus out.
young men
devoured by
industrial
military
complex.
our economy runs
on war spending
don't it?
hah.
look again.
$4 a gallon.
$59.99 for prom
shoes.
I can't even
afford a cheese-
burger.
much less stand
the look of
slaughtered cow
on a bun.
but you're happy.
meals for you
phat paid.
old men
I will
sell your souls
to this be-
loved
industrial
military
complex
explode your
limbs in
the desert
and claim it
was manifest destiny.

Platinum Protection

"Excuse me, miss?" The girl in black kept walking.
"Excuse me!" She turned around to find a woman with red hair smiling at her. The girl narrowed her eyes and faked a smile.
"Can I use your cell phone? I lost my daughter in the mall, and I left my own phone in the car" she said. The girl hesitated; it wasn't the first time she'd let a stranger use her phone. She didn't mind really, and she was ready to run and beat down anyone who tried to make off with her phone. She handed the pink phone over to the woman.
"Natalie! I..." the woman started. The girl zoned out, looking around, then snapped back into focus in case the woman wanted to run off. The woman finally hung up and handed the phone back. Almost as soon as the woman hung up, the girl's brother approached her.
"What was that all about? Why are you letting people use your phone? What if it was a government agent calling the base to say they found you? You should've said your minutes were out!" The girl, whose name was Emmeline, rolled her eyes and laughed it off.
"You and your conspiracies."
"It's not a conspiracy! Do you remember when that lady came into our house at ten at night trying to sell us protection?" Emmeline's mind wandered off, and when they circled the store to go back to their desired exit, she saw the woman with red hair again. She was walking in the opposite direction she had previously walked, and she was alone. There was no daughter in sight. Emmeline felt uneasy about this, but brushed it off.

Emmeline lay in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, her eyelids heavy from fatigue. That's when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She jerked awake, senses alert, ears perked up.
"You never know when something is going to happen."
"Our neighbor was robbed not too long ago.."
"You don't want that to happen, do you?" Emmeline rose up from her bed and descended down the stairs. A young blond woman sat at her dining table with her mother. The woman smiled at her, her eyes cold and austere behind her glasses. Emmeline stared blankly and proceeded into the bathroom. She tried to listen to their conversation as she brushed her teeth, but drowsiness got the best of her.
"Yeah, I'm over here on..." The woman recited Emmeline's address with ease and no pauses. Suspicion slithered into her heart. It sounded like the woman had been keeping a tab on her house for a while...

"They're not well equipped to defend their home, let alone their lives" the blond woman told her boss. Her name was Elizabeth.
"How has Pankhurst survived thus far? She's just a school girl for god's sake! We should have taken her out years ago, before her ideas got out of hand and into people's brains!"
"I sent three female operatives and one male to keep an eye on her. She thinks they're threatening her over the male operative. I have them blowing up her phone with text messages, phone calls, threatening voice mails."
"How has she responded to them?"
"She's ignored them, for the most part. "
"Give it a week; we'll have her dead by then."
"You think we'll get her this time?"
"How could we not? We threatened her family, her life."
"She's insane, you realize this right?"
"And you sent even more insane operatives after her!"
"But she's dangerous."
"As are they." Elizabeth was silent. If Emmeline had gotten away so many times before, what was to guarantee she wouldn't this time? Lady Luck was on her side, even when it was disguised as a man.