30 - Soul Glo

My wall

My wall is a garden of dark marks

Interwoven strokes rapturously posted up

Not ruins, but still sutured to a corrupt culture awaiting chances at its

deconstruction

My whole family stillborn in the cut

Living, working, dying as your laborers yet labeled «non-essential» by you fucks

Your wall’s imported

Pretty sure you used the word «glorious»

But you can’t both use and ignore us

Or fuck and pretend to adore us

What type of love is only true in its desire to stay hateful?

What type of world did you think you birthed where you thought I would be

grateful?

You really thought I would be grateful?

You thought!

You thought!

You thought!

You thought!

I overanalyzed the size of the affect

Of life as a mark and an object of disrespect

Remade in H.I.S.

image, redacted, refitted for symmetry

But over the border my future’s free of that conspiracy

Wishing to keep your threats well-kept as your weaponized debt is your wall,

my nigga

My wall’s the earth and more than the dirt you tried to sweep up under the rug,

my nigga

You gentrified a whole continent with a whip on some hand-over-fist shit, nigga

Tell me, am I still the embodiment of the evil that your daddy did live, nigga?

Your wall is imported

I’m pretty sure you used the word «glorious»

But you can’t both use and ignore us

Or fuck and pretend to adore us

What love is only true in its desire to stay hateful?

What type of world did you think you birthed where you thought I’d be grateful?

You really thought I’d be grateful?

You thought, you thought!

You cannot have my joy!

You thought, you thought!