hey baby, big brother
i see your grimace
fake fancy smile like you love me
while you put stars over my words
as though my voice didn't exist
i see you, you can't hide
you know my name
you love the way it tastes
crunching my bones for breakfast
'coz i put my body in this poetry
i could be more explicit
give you the ride of ya life
but you bore me, baby

you think you're so slick
unctuous like an oil spill
slide my words under the rug
thank god i'm quietly political here
or i'd have a lot of asterisks
you know i don't love you
you're laughable
protecting people, you call it
classist notions of self respect
sticks and stones so threatening
too bad the world ain't soft
and asterisks can't cover up
the blood on politicians lips
censoring things
as if what they don't wanna hear
can ever be forgotten

oh i know, dear poem place
your asterisks are kindness
meant to be helpful, maybe
too bad i'm so jaded
i don't see it as such, i'm sorry
can't fight the system
but i will never be polite
i'm explicit to my marrow
tasty, full of sin and rawness
a fragrant flower never silent
so be liberal with the stars
if you so choose to be
but hey, baby
you can't hide from me