lock the windows

 lock the windows, bolt the doors 

nothing more sexy than high heels on a tile floor
but they’re coming for ya- didn’t you know
better
than to hold that sign and march down the road? that’s for white folk
now, with little hope, we are both 
dodging rubber bullets on our way home 
from 
the might-as-well-be demilitarized zone 
i watch you step into your apartment with mind blown 
forgot about my phone but nobody picked up so now i’m even more alone 
i can’t breathe but not because a cop is kneeling on me but because i smoke too much and ran at full speed 
i swear to the almighty if one more person tells me they’re voting for that awful excuse for a human being 
than i will be a vigilante and just like the police tell them to freeze 
before bullets strong made with dinosaur teeth go flying 
speaking of flying i had a dream that a pterodactyl was flying me to safety 
i felt at peace- warm and free
until i woke up suddenly and realized that i had peed the bed in my sleep- 34 going on 3?
it’s because something frightened me: re-watching ava duvernay’s 13th was haunting 
we are still in a partially self-imposed slavery and/or capitalist bondage 
i still can’t believe what they did to frederick douglas’ statue up in rochester 
tonight my mother is the moon and i have confessed to her as if under oath 
feeling better i am no longer accepting the little bit of rope they keep giving us to hang ourselves with 
i am learning how to positively cope
even though it seems like once i cast a vote it disappears into the ether 
or somewhere beneath her casket high up in the mausoleum 
it’s time we stop being sheep and paint the white house black with a bit of pink
pussy
hats
defunding police
30 states are still executing 
and i bet your jesus christ isn’t happy 
so i am home from the protest turned violent and am at peace knowing that this whole life is merely a dream 
pterodactyl please carry me in my dreams again; this time i’ll empty my bladder before sleeping