another fairy tale stuck in between
have i listened to enough hip-hop to make my body rock to make my fears drop to make the culture stop
judging me through a scene
does it matter how i state?
how my words articulate?
a lyrical tragedy; gunned down for a pen
religious fanatical – a violence fantastical
we want this to stop, but when?
how does how become now?
put my drawing on the fridge mom?
i made it just for you, just for me, perhaps for the whole wide world to see?
cartoons are for kids. they won’t cause us harm...
it came straight from my mind – from my eyes
why does my freedom make you cry?
cries of battle! cries of a nation!
fear filled fascination
freedom of speech – but talk is cheap
slip back into the prosaic
fuck it, fake it
drugged up numb lethargic
borderline online catatonic
sketch your landscapes and your flowers
forget that you have the power
to change . this . reality
Come down, wake up, sober now
fuck your social media high
free to live – free to speak – free to die
your freedom must never be denied
did you not get the memo?
did i harsh your mello?
break open your head.
fear. is. dead.
reality is perception
this moment is your inception
actions speak the same as words
be the change you want to see –
fuck following the herd.