Dear Occupy Oakland, I feel yo pain.
1% protected by money
While Oakland’s babies fall bullet slain
I understand what’s behind trash cans overturned on 14th street
n burning dumpsters, broken glass and many runnin police-defiant feet
I mean — after all in some of our Oakland neighborhoods we’ve gotten used to streets filled with trash, broken glass, burning homes, broken bones, n 14 year old sex slaves missin home …
I wanna join the movement because the words of it speak what I think,
Its just that the actions don’t seem to think what I speak.
Cause I’m speakin bout takin that bravery used to face tear gas from the law-constrained police
And use it to occupy Oakland’s crack-n-ho houses while the media films us securing that 14 year old sex-slave’s release
I’m talkin bout, feedin my elders too afraid n alone to leave home on some of Oakland’s turf
From the gardens n rhythms we farm on the former ho-house yard of occupied-Oakland’s earth
I’m talkin bout Occupying some of Oakland’s most bloody streets n instituting some of our famous community justice
Let bullet bearers know we love ’em, but we love our babies too —
so, fuck the police, better start worryin bout what Occupy-Oakland is go’n do
I’m talkin — instead of breakin bottles, we build hope n tangibles for the 99,
n show direct democracy is more than a soundbite and bumber-sticker line
I’m speakin, thinkin n tallkin bout Occupying Oakland to city-build for real
I’m down to face tear gas, bullets n riot police if this I talk be Occupy Oakland’s will.
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