Maybe it’s me, but I don’t wanna be non-threatening like the poets you see on TV
I want my poetry to scream truth and rights
I want my poetry re-read at night by younger generations ready to pick up the fight
I want my poetry to bite, rip and hit
I want my poetry to give you the fits, the sweats, the shits
It’s got to radiate with the same energy as the air in an uprising, no compromising
I want my poetry armed and ready to attack
I want my poetry to scare the rich into giving it back
I want my poetry to leave you choking and gasping for air
I want my poetry to remember brothers like John Sinclair
I don’t care what you think of me, listen to the words… its rebel poetry
I want my poetry to burn bridges and draw lines in the sand
I want my poetry books and recordings outlawed for being contraband
I want my poetry well trained and ready for reaction
I want my poetry to leave blood in your eye in memory of George L Jackson
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