You disinvest in the realness
in order to congeal this
concealed sitting ducks
with cultural mediums feeling
somehow advanced
awoke on the side of the expropriator
dominating mental facades with all your coloured paper
listen, confide in yourself your story is wealth
blessings, the scaffolding that raised up your body
the living
From the endometrium to the colliseum
to the museum
history i keep them
i peep then
my novice intellect critically engages past selves
teasing at their unawareness and realizing their roles
this that hooded figure
older than trayvon martin
watching the species' movement
segregating and parting
for the devaluation of bodies
for the continuity of the promise
you woke up on the other side of the losses
and so you think you're justified to invest/disinvest
or your the bosses
but money buys sovereignty
sovereignty is enforced with violence
violence is legislated as part of the social contract and
the tugs and pulls are really just a breeze
while we're all nailed up to the monetary trees
spirituality
that's another note
history holds the key
but for now we're blowing smoke