The BeastA Poem by 24KMindA snapshot expose into life as an NYC homeless shelter resident when you are there with your children. Work in progress.
The Beast
Made me hate what I love and cherish Due to the innumerable head and life games They play without measure Everyday I must remind myself that I don’t do this for them I do it for my children who remain my very world, my breath, my gems Sunken Place a*s Negros thirstily oppressing their own Massa Commissions Black and Brown faces in tandem with White Supremacy To desperately and enviously hold the seeming voiceless down Mic Check…1, 2..3… Ahem… Overstepped bounds by the ghetto fabulous, unprofessional and incompetent I’ve never seen so many Coons Collecting paychecks to mete out their personal judgments and resentments DHS, ACS, HRA and the like All greedily preying like wolves on lives of the downtrodden, those who misstep and fall Disgusting thieves of life Unaware that some of us are the very leaders of that pack to whom The pack heeds the call Check… I See your weak move, and raise you your livelihood One paycheck away, maybe 2 from the plight you look down on from your high horse To mete out your condescending and ill placed judgements ACS cases to make you “toe the line” and used like a choke collar To silence the bold, All for the Almighty Dollar To their ill constructed altars of arrogance To which they insist you Bow, and if you don’t Your family is thrown into the undertow And written off as simple parental incompetence and or drug dependence Nevermind your pedigree, education, work history or professionalism You are a cog in the machine, an uncooperative function of capitalism You see, they get paid for every case they hit you with To steal your breath, your peace, your hope, your fight To mark you for The Beast of The System To pillage your sleep in the night It’s all by design to have you picked apart Constantly distanced from your dreams of a new and promising restart Constantly battling for survival Until living and existing is your dreams sole rival HRA’s role is to pay the shelter and ACS to also keep you in line, Dragging you to their time stealing and soul sucking offices To be mishandled by former crack addicts who resent their jobs And passed around to other incompetents like a train of wild drunken men Pulling at unsuspecting victims orifices Yeah, it’s that raw, the sodomization that humiliating Because everyone’s just a case number And if you get out of line and express discontent And call THEM on their s**t Their “special police” and Top Flight a*s security Are there to complete your berating You see, each tendril functions in harmonious collusion All ready to send the system hounds for you to stand down your disillusion Juggling so much despair, injustice and humiliation The wear and tear breaks you down Physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally and sometimes ethically Then they mandate mental health services To diagnose away their created realities This is the very dangerous game they play with human beings As if they are foreign agents contracted to hired to character and spiritually assassinate Haughtily acting as if there is no accountability to anyone Because their aim is to pull you out of your true self In order to casually write you off as just another drug addicted militant Peep Game Ya’ll the s**t gets very real Everyday people are chewed up and spit out Devoured for Staring bullshit in the face and calling it by its PROPER NAMES Railroading, blackballing, Envy, Character Assassination, Clipboard Bullying, COWARDICE Constantly clawing at your time, energy and spirit like a Rockefeller Lustily shopping for a new Melanated heart on some Coagula type s**t Trying to bore inside your sanity to tip the scales of imbalance in your shifty favor The dishonest weights you pile into lives Weighed by your insistently and deliberately skewered lack of perspective You fucktards think you have other's lives in your crooked crosshairs But fail to understand that everybody’s soul ain’t for sale Especially when you charging us our own wellbeing as the cost of admission To your systemic circus of perverted pervasive traumatization So many casualties strewn throughout NYC and resentfully laid bare due to the kind of games You demons are known for; On the trains, in the subway stations, in the parks during the summer, in abandoned building breezeways and alleys, on the welfare rolls, in crack houses, mental clinics and rehabilitation centers The price those who came before me paid to defect from the vicious self-entertaining Game of survival you force innocents and guilty alike, to play Holding residents' housing hostage for some imagined personal vendetta Like we got to beg you criminal low life b*****s for the s**t we worked for In this mindset, outside forces are eyeing the intended agenda To profit off your "committed crimes" every step of the way While marketing your “solutions” to created woe as both Salvation and penalty In true sickening religious form Absolving your guilt with still bloodstained hands is pure LUNACY Destabilization is the business that you all are really in Because you’re constantly planting landmines in barren fields littered with glass Only to jack our shoes and the light with which we need but without them, are forced to navigate your twisted labyrinths Simultaneously hiding behind policies to avoid implication through being named Witcho trifling, miserable a*s Dodgy gas lighting and crack head double speak y’all have perfected Hoping that the mass burial grounds your individual closets contain don’t get resurrected But I’m that one that’ll exhume all your s**t Just to make you pay Karma back and make sure you understand YOU GOT ME TWISTED!!!!! By Rashida Grant-Seales aka 24K Mind© 03/29/2017 11:06 AM © 2017 24KMind |
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Added on March 29, 2017 Last Updated on September 23, 2017 Author
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