I. Abolish I.C.E.

Forget the names
get the numbers.
There are no stories,
just excuses.
They came together.
Separate them:
animals
belong in cages.

This is who we are,
This is what we do.
Hate it all you want—
you’re still one of us.


Concrete floors
tear open blisters.
Shut the doors,
lock the windows.
It’s not like
they’re our own kids—
they’re not crying
if no one hears them.

This is who we are,
This is what we do.
Hate it all you want—
you’re still one of us.

II. why does my community make me feel like i'm crazy

Now I’m alone with some paint in my hand
about to spray windows like hearts in the sand,
and this is the tinge that I’m given:
now it’s the flag that waves.

Compelled to cause havoc and scare all my friends.
Deterred from self-love since I’m supposed to be man,
but my body rejects me
since I hate the rules you’ve set.

But thanks. Thanks for the shirt.
Thanks, yeah, but it hurts.

Since I’m a loser who doesn’t resist,
habits developed back when we were kids
I’d rather blame you for it,
rather reject all fault.

So now as I age and get closer to death
(I’m) less prone to whining or wasting my breath.
But old dogs die hard as hell—
my habits just learn new tricks

So thanks. Thanks for the burn.
No, there’s nothing to learn.

III. Kill All Rapists

Throw those fuckers in the dumpster,
burn them with their scholarships
cashed out by the coaches
who cut off their own ears.
Buzz of streetlights scream
like women drowned in tears.
“Put rhinestone on the pepper spray
cuz boys won’t learn a damn thing.”
Well, fuck you
and your blinders
and your courtrooms
and your rubbers
protecting murder weapons
barely hidden in a jockstrap.
Time will come when rats
will take your hearts,
take your skin.
Take your cocks,
take your bones:
things that don’t belong to you.

You
don’t
deserve
culture.

You
don’t
deserve
language.

You
don’t
deserve
a second chance:

kill
all
rapists!

IV. Another Lynching

We’ll cut off your head
once you’ve taken all that’s free
set it on fire inside of a brown paper bag,
Toss the remains with your other trash in polluted seas
because you will not matter
when we tear stars out from the flag.

For now, I leave revenge hopelessly to God
as well water is poisoned,
the bucket whittled from the cross.
Swear the coal mine is fine
while waist deep in dead canaries
and the gauze is hidden
as we watch the voyeur bleed.

V. ¡Callate, Pendejo!

We are waiting
for you to die,
colorless vice grips
snapped at the wrist.
You won’t be martyr
just ash in the sky
and when your heart explodes
no one will miss you.
No one will miss you.

¡No besaré tu pinche bandera!

FUCK
WHITE
AMERICA!

We are waiting
for you to die,
colorless vice grips
snapped at the wrist.
You won’t be martyr
just ash in the sky
and when your heart explodes
no one will miss you.
No one will miss you.

No one will fucking miss you.