Hurricanes in the Brick City

do you hear that

tell me you do

the rain

cries of immigrant children

men of color under siege

do you hear that

tell me you do

the wind

women without any men to guide them

women of color facing oppression

do you hear that

tell me you do

power lines going down, losing my mind

windows shattering, my heart is more fragile than that

superstorms?

that’s my mental limit

i don’t use 100% of my brain

show me how i could

hurricanes in the brick city

they’re not slowing down

no shelter, no state of emergency

i want to run for cover, but my legs can’t move

witnessing my entire reality turn to shambles n’ ruins

knowing there’s nothing i can do about it

i just gotta watch it happen

i can write a million poems but

that still won’t bring back Tina and Maliki

that still won’t get Helen to respect me

that still won’t get Marian to come out of hiding

that still won’t sway Chelsey

that still won’t reunite me with

Tharyn, Kenny, Earl, Chip, and Nukey

i feel outcasted, you just don’t get it

this is what it must feel like to be dead then

misery is ubiquitous as hell

i feel outcasted, i just don’t fit into this world

maybe this ain’t the time for me to be alive right now

2019 is not for me

my nights become lonelier every time i receive another award

great, more people on my dick

my nights become lonelier every time i move up the ladder

great, more people who envy me

my nights become lonelier

every time i cash another check

great, more pieces of shit coming up to me with their hands out

family included

my nights become lonelier

every time i see through the fasads of this system

great, more post traumatic slave syndrome patients attacking me

hurricanes in the brick city

my days become longer, not in a good way either

hurricanes in the brick city

my poems talk to people more than i do

i have the words for conversations but i’m socially incapable, you know this

i lose friends faster than i can keep them

i get dumped faster than i can get laid

i am criticized more than i am praised

i’ll be abhorred long before i am admired

hurricanes in the brick city

call it Hurricane “Trpy Shvt”

the storm represents my subconscious

unleashing a force on man never seen before

rage and stress combining, call it the Fusion Reborn

WE ARE KHALI

the ultimate being