you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

I recreate what You say by no Choice
of mine. Wouldn't I rather be Free as Birds
of all Stripes and Colors? See my Feathers:
They were burned in Attacks that forced my Voice.
Violeta, Sylvia, Delmira, Julia,
mis Hembras soy de su tribu AmorSer
Libre de la Tristeza Oscura ser martir
del Mundo en que mi Madre fue Esclava
So, here I am, my window half-Blinded
to endure the truths of Burning Energy
that Incinerates the humble Refuge-
seekers. That is my Trouble with you, Crude
Insensitive World, by your Mighty Shots
you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

The Token as Sex Worker as Defied: I Said I am Versed by Association C/S

Not likely, what do you mean? Who are you
to speak of Ideas? How dare you! You
believe you are my Equal? Bend over,
use proper procedure, stay silent where
it concerns the Gentlehuman  Males
who want Some ASS. (THAT--that? that's not even
what Nietzsche said! NO, NO, I don't want
the Job. I hate this situation and
you, you posed as a Friend, you knew my sons....)
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" he Stared at my Groin.
SEX or Else." Who is in Authority?
but Heathens and culture Vultures. Ethick
ewwwllll Knowledge. There are Liberties, but those
were Concessions as we know and won't be
practiced by me croaked the Frog in a Coat
with his cagey green eyes and his Ah Sighs
at his guilty Charity and self Agg
ranDisement all Designed by Social Justice
Ink that is empty of responsible Trustees.
What does that pill do Alice? I'm not Sure
I think its a Surprised Corruption Scam,
Pow Wow to the left, Pow Wow to the Right,
Right, Right....Get out Indians and Whores but leave
your Ideas, Essence, Tokens we Bought.
We are the Museum of Indolence.
This is Highly Confidential) "How dare
you?  A Person of Color with Rights? Fuck
You, Jose, Fuck You Fuck You FUck You Fuck You Fuck!"

Wellness Wish for Rehabilitation Spoke Persephone

Persephone of the Songstresses, she

arose and spoke without dissimulation, a

verse of Successive Despairs spinning round

a Thread of Blue Pigmentation and Hue.
I broke my silence and then it broke me.
Painful as Torn Skin when Brushed by the wind
that Severs defenses then Opens doors.
I synechdosyze and part ways with myself.
I'ma Disassociative Depressive.
I'ma a reed of resilience in Verses,
I accommodate them on the Sofa.
I let them be a while then they must go.
Go inside, find peace and solace, Hallowed
Retrieval. Be mine again, be unstirred
in tranquility and wellness of Word.

LaobraBelleza de las Hermanas que Trabajan con Abuso

Singnify it, Turn her around, Dama
de Tristeza ve para el otro lado,
hay muchachas que son Vanidosas,
son las Poetas, Truchas, Cantantantes,
Bailarinas, cocineras, criadas.
LaoBraBelleza Mujer Dona,
trabajadora maestra Hermana
Lo Siento Lo Siento que ta Haya
pasado pero ya olvidalo
no te Acuerdes no hay proposito la
honramos con Nuestra presencia ser
honesta estas con familia. Somos
madres de todos modos ay esta el juez,
ya veran los que no traen conciencia.

Anita Hill Say Sorry and Clarence Get to the Cleaners, Dear

The Oddest things are to be found in Voice

Machines. Anita Hill, Apologize?

That’s right she should.~Clarence, take that Invoice

to the Cleaners, Dear; my Pious Disguise

needs Deep Spot Remover. Look, the Collar

is coming apart at the seam so Press

with  Extra Strength starch. Doesn't Matter.

Get it Clean and have them add Freshener.

So… Ms. Hill, back to you. Say it: Sorry,

repeat after me don't forget your Prayers
Either...  After all these years, I worry

that Some people may get the wrong picture.

~Clarence, pick up your robe while you're there.
All of those burns and tears have been repaired.