Author Archives: slcmn8

You admitted that for years, you did EVERY AWFUL THING TO ME INTENTIONALLY. You chose to hurt me, rape me, steal from me, you watched me suffer and did nothing. You gained massive amounts of wealth, momentary friends, and a fake life built on lies because you stole resources from me to make yourselves fat,Continue reading “Folders”

Where are you, Father? Did you disappear out of fear? Restlessness? Anxiousness? Sadness? I love you, Abraham. Not because I chose to (Do you see this buffet of Jewish Men I had to chose from? I definitely do.) I love you because I love G-d and G-d loves you. No more. No less. Come eatContinue reading “Time”

I watch it happen Billions and Billions Wasted, gone Just like that, ~snap~ lighting gone It will happen Very soon

Ok. You left something in all of yoursons and son’s son’s son’s son’s son’s etc. A love of books and learning. I remember how you lent me your books. I never knew why; we didn’t really speak outside of that. You had in your personal library, books I only dreamed about owning: encylopedias. Legos, StarContinue reading “9%6”

Historically speaking, men who have wanted to own and control the world die. Yes, ALL OF THEM have died. When they do, they leave the world holding pieces of life and trying to find the rest to have so semblance of normalcy. Most die in very brutal fashions, too. Heads on stakes, hangings, decapitation. LikeContinue reading “Redistricting”

What a year! What a guy! That C.C., you know him‐-“in 1492, he sailed the ocean blue [insert other lyrics that glamorize rape, war, forced conversion, brutality, etc. Etc. A general not cool, bruh, vibe]” Like for instance, I have a vivid memory of the man’s eyes that I looked into as he raped andContinue reading “1492”

Sounds of bullets through the air Blood of children on the ground The war is you, your hate, your fear In your head You made up a reality to try and sell to us But you don’t understand us The spirits are all around you Watching, listening…speaking So, you now get to hear voices, youContinue reading “Cowards”

I know you see me That you are a fan of mine from afar You think about me, often You are preparing me something A siberian prison cell? A palace on the Mediterranean? A tomb? A canopy of silk? That is the weight I carry The fast-life weary Where everyone knows my name But notContinue reading “Dalmatians”

Ok, T. I keep thinking about you, a lot. What you mean. What you meant to me. What I remember. How I literally was willing to have you land on me instead of fall into a burning flame. How seeing you again made my life change entirely. Who are you to me? And D. IContinue reading “DeAN”