I just...

Sometimes I sulk...

Sometimes I don't know...

I just wait for it to pass...

Sometimes I wish I could speak with my father...

I can be weak...

It tears at me...

I just want to slide away or run...

I just wait for it to pass...

sit down and shut down

Apparently there is no talent...

No voice to be heard in these words...

Earning just enough but with hopes ...

Worthless to have those dreams...

When there is no path to them ...

Submitting to the world only to be...

As miserable as with hopes...

Longing for something of worth in myself...

Just sit down and shut down...

who we are, what we want

We are the plebs Bukowski spoke of ...

Leaving a life where we were loved...

To live in a country that acts like we are nothing...

Raised against the machine...

Hoping and praying for peace in it's shadow...

Smiles on our faces trying to make it to tomorrow...

There's pride in our smiles and hearts...

We are chased from our communities...

The homes we built in communities we serve...

Humility forced just to eat and not offend...

Cleaning ourselves and those who feel entitled...

Seeking our peace and our part of the dream everyone wants...

a letter to myseld in the next act

More passing chapters...

Grey hair blending in more than peaking through...

The dedication to this form...

It's been nothing but a fantasy...

No one wants to hear...

Trying to be serious for life...

But being another joke...

Hungry and dieing to be more...

Eating is the only goal left...

Only staying in line with a smile...

Is her, my spark, my safe warm place...

I don't know how

I can't sit still...

I can't be quiet...

I don't know how to be normal...

I don't know how to turn it off...

I demand to be given a chance...

Everything lacking makes me rage...

Nothing is my plan...

I can't wait for it to work out...

Where's my golden ticket...

I just want to live in warmth... 

now I listen

I was made to keep walking

I was always clawing

I always stare ahead out ahead of my sight

I always work to do better

All these things I tell myself all at once

I won't leave till it's my time

I hear songs that aren't mine

Like speaking five languages all at once

Something like speaking tongues...

These seem clearer after those silent days

When there was only me in my head

Justifying my nonsense

I can hear meaning in the voice

always the earth

We are the earth that it is forgotten...

We were here before europe thrust its sins on us...

We were torn apart at the roots to build their dream...

We built their dreams with our hands...

We were chased from our earth for those dreams...

we are the seeds that carry in the wind...

We take root with life and community...

We will be here standing and working as we always have...

Always we the earth...