Spoken Word #2 (2018-2020)

Censorship

America what are you doing?
You sit there and bleed and you tell me to speak,
but when I speak you tape my mouth
and you tell me that I shouldn't of said this or that!! I can't escape this censorship its all over the landscape,
 I try to reshape who I am and how I speak,
just so its not in the audio tape;
I can't escape! I can't escape!
   I try to scrap with my claws out of the hole
of censorship but I am only buried by offensiveness.

Its a distorted shape,

I can not drape my rage that I feel in the words that I write,
can you feel the rage drenching like blood down
the concrete walls of the concrete jungle we all face.

  America what are you doing?

Its a narrow road you are going politically I have to admit it scares me.

This censorship on me is like a noose around my soul,
tie me up in the barbed wire that you force me to be in.

Press the metal knots into my skin so that I feel the
pain screaming through me in the words that I speak.

Everything feels bleak

and I admit that I am a wreak as you critique everything that I am.

The censorship I face makes me tweak;
press your blades
 into my skin and feel offended for the words
that I speak,
because
its truth one needs to hear.

I don't feel unique, I feel like a sheep cornered into the slaughter house of the world;
 What's the point if I can't defend myself?

My claws and teeth I feel have dulled,

and I have no strength left to deal with censorship.

Everything is screaming inside my head;

 I haven't verbally spoken in a week, unless forced.The pain has coursed its way through my veins,
and poetry is all I have to release the hell within my chest,The censorship forces me to blot the existence
 of my pain to adhere to the feelings of others.

Oh how our forefathers would mourn in the feathers of freedom;
in the way our culture has consisted of numbers and no love for others.