Poetry Pride Protest Contest

First things first
a muzzle won’t do
I have a hijab for yew

It doesn’t make sense
to deface the image
of God in us

Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus

to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct

Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall

Will this be
the death of
oppression

or will oppression
be selected for
a few serfs to dish?

Seattle was fun
until someone
lost an I

It’s not funny anymore...

Chaz and other places
need to be cancelled

...with the shooting
on the streets...

Chopped up white girls
on the piers in garbage bags...

Animals did that
because it took the girls
longer to die

Exhausted police
aren’t facing “protest”
anymore

but sheer terror

Another grand speech in a boring town hall
Won’t solve the world’s problems today  
We’ve grown too enamored of media brawls  
And corruption inside the beltway
 
Another news pollster committing his fraud
He convinced me to love what I hate
But I’ve learned that our media is just a facade
For elites in control of the state
 
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now? Do you care?
I’ve come to care more that his government falls
Than I did for our doomed love affair
 
Call me in three months, and I’ll be fine
After Hill’ throws her hat in the ring
When I'll drink all the Kool-Aid that I’ve been assigned
Cowering under an angel’s left wing

She’s like a breeze in springtime
her eyes like pools of blue
her hair like wheat in sunshine
it shines like morning dew.


her footsteps soft as winter snows
her touch is soft as kittens fur
her smile is like the sun just rose
and shadows bound that regal nose.

But the voice, so soft, so like a song
the ships of yore drawn to that shore
her lips that sing and call to me
I’m drawn to her, I resist no more.

We kiss, I’m lost, my mind explodes
I’m doomed like ships, within her spell
The world is gone, and I am left
to hold the kiss, the wishing well.

Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.

Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.

Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.

They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.

Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.

People look but don’t see,
people hear but don’t listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.

 
The deceiver, the usurper, the traitor and wanna be dictator
Tries to spread his lies wanting to be idolized in his throne
But the fascist punk is power drunk and wants more…power
Unaware his derriere looks bigger in pampers and it’s well known
 
This cheating Cheeto cheapens the honor of the highest office
With paranoid rants like outbursts from an emotional high school girl
No it’s worse, little baby in his bunker hunkers down in a tantrum
While he’s being ridiculed and laughed at by the rest of the world
 
Sorry, but that is not a political party, it’s more of a crazy cult
They relish in hatred like hellish demons who can’t be persuaded
Brainwashed is more likely the term to describe their behavior
But they’ll never believe it because they have been indoctrinated
 
And still the bitch likes to tend to the rich which it’s so apparent  
He’s more concerned about the economy than people’s lives
He’s no leader, he’s just a puppet placed by the powers that be
Denying the science and facts while letting the nation’s citizens die
 
He has no concern other than for himself and his rich friends
He’s fixated with ratings or what people are watching and seeing
He’s dumb, greedy and unkind but the reality of it is…
This man, deep down, is just not a good human being
 
He’s oblivious to how much the world dislikes him, maybe he doesn’t care
Whatever it is, I don’t give a damn so he can just drink the bleach
It sounds like us Spanish speakers are calling him a peachy cool arrow
Translation: fucking asshole, so I say it to celebrate my free speech