I used to roll inside a blanket
hide from the blood-soaked wide-eyed;
mind shuttered, ears deep into
the soul of a candlewick womb.
At such times, dad would enter my bedroom,
tickle my ribs until I had to laugh.
Today, grey blocks are crumbling,
the wide-eyed are being eradicated,
because they are really, basically
ethnically not Ukrainian,
the great encirclement is chomping.
and there is no candlewick comfort,
just wide eyes.
D/Dangerous
E/encouragers of division
F/frustrated with hatred
I/isolative
N/never believe in another tribe
E/ethnically hatred
T/tribalistic
R/ready to isolate
I/ignorant of unity
B/bad to other tribes
A/always ready to fight another tribe
L/Living to die for his tribe only
I/ignorance of love
S/so full of hatred for other tribes
M/may be one day he will still die in hatred
Halloween Costumes
When I grew up we were free to be anything.
But those days are over!
I can only dress as my dog, Rover??
If I dress ethnically, some may get offended.
We had innocent fun as kids and adults.
Today a costume may start a revolt.
Only people in power can wear such things,
Rule countries, what does this all mean?
That we are nothing?
I really don't comprehend all the fluster.
And so, my friends, this year,
I will be a jar of mustard!!!
October 24, 2019
"MARIE'S SECURITY BLANKET"
I told her she was
confused. I told
her she thought
she was black.
I told her she
lived like she was
black.
I told her she made
sounds, talked and
mimicked black
mannerisms.
she got mad at me
and in today’s
fight; she said
she didn’t want me
around her people
because they would
see just how I’d act.
“my people,”
defines:
“from those whom I
come, belong
socially or ethnically,
have much in common
or do similar things
alike!”
she told me I was
wrong.
she screamed at me,
returning the
communication
skills as she had
been taught by all
those that were
colored:
“you is a MUTHA-
F??KA who best
believe I am on
some real s??t up
in DIS B??CH.”
well now that I
know that,
I guess I must’ve
been mistaken.
by: Chicano Eddie
3.15.19
You have killed me.
Save yourself--eat me.
Nail me to a pretzel
Hang me by my feet
Drown me in molten sugar
And you may eat
My candied fingers.
My eyes will linger
In the brittle as bubbles.
But if it isn't too much trouble,
When you're done,
Bury my bones
So I can go home.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE: The title is a saying among Malayalees (those who are ethnically from the South Indian state of Kerala) to help them rationalize the fact that they must kill to eat meat. It roughly translates to "the sin of killing [something] ends with eating [it]."
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