Modern Slavery, 2011
V. Ortiz Vazquez
Ivory black covered in crimson blood
Rhythm of fears hides his God like stand
Scared by his image, he castrates the family violating the house jewel
Jewels
Dreams of home a man’s song
Lyrics of hope cascades with every opportunity
Betrayed by those of his suit
Eyes shut, eyes open
Glimpse of a new life
Or so was the hope
Shackles gone or so it seems
Weight lifted or so it feels
Dragging
Caught in the web
Familiar, chameleon the perpetrator
Multicolor no longer neutral, white
Greed’s trap, your dreams
Twenty first century, invisible yet here
Weighted by my afro hair, big lips, brown skin, accent, womanhood
No lyrics of hope
Silently I write
Few safe ears listen, no questions
Wealth not within my reach
Distance, hazy, foggy “anhelos”
To break through
Struck down not once but twice by your greed
Or, my greed?!
Label me a woman, Latina, Spanish speaker, lesbian, sinner, working class
Shackled by your God like demeanor
Puppeteer is you
Puppet is I and those alike
Wearing the mark
Working class
Living for “migajas”
GOD CRAM IT
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
A heaven’s blessing can be the only explanation why its me and you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, even be rented
S**t,, talk about all the stuph God has done that I have resented
So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where He can go
You are the loveliest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And if there is a god he’s a god-damned god of hate
© 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
And what do you mean by your time is almost over?
If you're one who is prone to drink and drive,
then you don't deserve to be alive.
The only thing that separates you from the one
who in a drunken stupor killed my oldest son
is that it hasn't happened yet to you,
but one day you will
have your inevitable kill
if you continue to drink & drive like you still do.
You will have not only killed another human being,
you will have destroyed everything that individual could have been.
..and when that event happens, may God have mercy on you
because the rest of your life will be over, finished, through,
but if you insist on continuing to drink and drive
then I pray to God that you're the only one who one day doesn't arrive alive,..
..or better yet, just get some much needed help
because you really have lost control of yourself.
GOD CRAM IT
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him blessing me with you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, ever again to be rented
S**t, talk about all the stuph God has done that I have resented
So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where your Lord and you can go
You are just the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And I understand, your God told me that when I purchase you there ins’t any rebate
© 2010.….Poefree
not entirely your fault
for trying to rule life
all wrong
something you have yet to experience
like the 300 days it would take to make this better
like the whole world showed up for your birthday with a present
watching you open them one by one
fainting from starvation
as you chew your jellybeans
and nibble on your chocolates
not entirely your fault
the demigods you created
surrounded me in a forgotten dream
trying to achieve a selfrighteous death
shape changing the manipulation
of the righteous ways to dispense my anger
shielding god from the meaning of life's rath
not entirely your fault
you being a god in training
everytime you kill me, you are the victom
going for my eye, blinded by an alphabet
good luck getting around on your unicycle
when you dont know how to ride a bike
came to rule me
with a game of blackmail
the truth can set you free
something you have stolen?
the lie that i'm not supposed to be
im not supposed to be the undeniable selfishness of your gullible god
FP&L
thirty one million for a Jet
I don't see how it'll ever leave the ground
for the weight of all the children
crying in the darkness all around
so I prayed, God have mercy on the pilots
and I wondered how long
God will have mercy on this system fueled by greed
and what do we really need
this old man will probably die
while there are still children out there to feed
therefore I sit down and write
and pray to God for our mercy
I am here to turn your power off
I am truly sorry for your loss
you know it's just my job
yeah, it's just my job
kill the power
hit the switch and kill the power
hit the switch and kill the power
hit the switch and kill the power
all you little children
suffering in the dark
come into the light
and hit the switch and kill the power
yeah, hit the switch and kill their power
kill kill kill their power for ever more
may your words serve love and your neighbors
pray they cry out for the Lord
who forever loves the humbled and the meek,
broken, trodden down, and the poor