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La Bodega Sold Dream
I dreamt I was this peota
Words glitterin’ brite & bold
strikin ‘ a new rush for gold
Where out poets’ words & songs
Are sung
A Lower East Side Poem
So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
Pleased to be from the Lower East
A street fighting man
a problem of this land
I am a Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
A dweller of prison time
The Book of Genesis According to St.Miguelito
And from his eminent rectum
He created a companion for these people
and he called this companion
capitalism
Who begat racism
Who begat exploitation
Who begat male chauvinism
Who begat machismo
Who begat imperialism
Who begat colonialism
Who begat wall street
Who begat foreign wars
And God Knew
And God saw
And God felt this was extra good
And God said
VAYAAAAAA
This is Not the Place Where I was Born
& foreigners scream that Puertorriquenos are foreigners
& they have no right to claim any benefit on the birthport
Black Woman with the Blond Wig On
Free, slave, black, twenty- one and blond
If I have but one life to live
Let me live it as a blond
Jitterbugging Jesus
Under this ghetto umbrello
a
Brown baby king is born
Jesus
Jesus Rodriguez who talked with is father on a garden
Firescape
Kill, Kill, Kill
So while
Relaxing I told Gloria of all the shit I had been through
And she said I was full of shit. I said I wasn’t
bullshitting , she that I wasn’t shit, I said that
Didn’t want to hear no shit, she said that I still wasn’t shit…
Running Scared
Brought to you live
This ain’t no jive
By your friend neighborhood
Soul-buyin’ agency
They aim to please
Good news ain’t guaranteed
Seekin’ the Cause
Died seekin’ the Cause
seekin ‘ a Cause
He was dead on arrival
But he never Lived
