Do we really say time brings change
Can we say it heals wounds
Can we say it breaks chains
Can we see us moving forward
Or do we only see the pain
Is there an answer to these questions
Or do we just lie and wait
As the weight of our burdens bear down on our claims
Do we even have a voice when they aint listen to the tapes
Do we even have a story if they just flip past the page
Can we even share secrets when the ground full of snakes
Do we chase every leak til were flooded with disdain
Does justice mean extortion why did snowden run away
Is corruption the focus when minorities are slayed
Are elections even fair if the poor man getting paid
To give his votes to the bigot that put him there in the first place
Is the seed that were planting ever sprouting something great
Or are we giving them a melting world and telling them to skate
Is realness an illusion cause being woke is just a trend
Do i sound like a fool
Spouting words without end
Cause just like sway im clueless
Im just speeding round the bend
Hoping i dont end up like schuma
confined to his bed
But if i do
itll be the only rest i ever get
You get the rest.

Whats pain
Comes and goes like rain
Leaving a scar that remains
Wishing you could get it off like a stain
But it never fades
Just becomes your shadow
Follows you around
Youll never win that battle
So you embrace it let it out let it guide your pen
Let it give you meaning to the feelings you express Let it bring to life the pictures you paint
Let it bring to life the person you aint
The person that struggles to jot down a word Becomes the person that writes you verse after verse Person that brings you happiness and love
Is now the person who always looks at the worst Thats pain
Dont let it haunt you
Keep the past in the past
Dont let it shine through
Learn from your mistakes
May they make you better
Dont live by them tho
Cause every pill is bitter
And you try to forget
But even you cant forgive
Hurting the ones you love
So you try to relive
Wishing you can go back in time
Do your life over
Never write another rhyme
Cause every one is filled with blood and tears
And is it really worth it to ink down your fears
We all fear our pain
We all hide our faces were all ashamed
We all just wanna be free
But then we wouldnt be able to feel
We wouldnt be able to ****
We wouldnt know whats real
Pain keeps us going
Like happiness or rage
Its like a dagger through the heart
But makes it bigger in exchange
Just know that you can get through
Anything you sustain
And you shouldnt really complain
Kids are dying on the streets back home
Mums hear their screams knowing theyre all alone And no amount of tears is ever enough
They wonder why those killers werent in cuffs Thats real pain ill never face
I can only imagine myself in their place
Losing my loved ones to cowards who were too weak to escape And the devil used them as puppets sealing their fate
This doesnt even make any sense
I just need a little space to vent
Let out my frustrations the world is corrupt
And i wish my death was abrupt
Maybe thats a little too much
Maybe my thoughts are a little to rough
I guess i can be a little too tough
But i dont wanna see my ownn homies turn to dust

I fight injustice in the West and help people who are in danger.
When my brother was murdered, I became the Lone Ranger.
I bring outlaws to justice wherever I go.
I couldn't do it without the help of my Indian sidekick Tonto.

People constantly think that I'm an outlaw because I wear this mask.
They want to take it off but they learn that removing it isn't an easy task.
Tonto and I always beat the bad guys by using our wits and our fists.
When we're done, the outlaws have handcuffs slapped on their wrists.

I ride Silver who is my trusty steed.
We always help those who are in need.
I only use silver bullets and so far Tonto and I haven't failed.
We will always protect the innocent and send outlaws to jail.

It's not your back that hurts, but the burden.

It's not your eyes that hurt, but injustice.

It's not your head that hurts, it's your thoughts.

Not the throat, but what you don't express or say with anger.

Not the stomach that hurts, but what the soul does not digest.

It's not the liver that hurts, it's the anger.

It's not your heart that hurts, but love.

And it is love itself that contains the most powerful medicine.

- Unknown Author

Inspired by the Colton Boushie verdict.


There is no respect when one of us is shot.
There is no respect when our children are taken away.
There is no respect when one of us goes missing or is murdered.

There is no respect when we have no drinking water and live in 3rd world shacks.
There is no respect when the RCMP break down our doors and throw our elders to the floor.
There is no respect when it is okay for a white man to **** us and the media tells everyone we are to blame.

There is no respect.
There is apathy.
There is ignorance.
There is violence.
There is death.
There is silence.

But


There is a voice born everyday.
A community that continues to grow.
There is an elder who continues to teach.
And there is a path we must continue to walk.

There is a fire in our hearts that will never go out.
And those voices born today will teach those born tomorrow that we will never fail.
Because together we will have justice in this life or the next for this path never ends.

Inspired by Tina Fontaine

I’m living the dream, the dream where women are are free, free to explore themselves, be themselves before the vicious white patriarchy cuts them down for sport.

These women are beautiful, these women are fierce. They laugh at the inevitable violence every one of them will face. They laugh because they know that it cannot last.

One by one their beauty is carved up for the masses to consume, thier spark swallowed by the holy violence of their male oppressors. The never ending cycle of youth taken away from the breast of life to be fed to the machine.

These beautiful women of colour where society discards them like trash, sold like slaves to white families with picket fences that hide atrocities that no woman should face.

Soulless, loveless the machine knows what it wants, it wants our young beautiful women, our future.

The ones who survive are the ones who beat the machine, they become the teachers for the ones taken away to live the dream.