#decolonization - Hello Poetry

1. De-Colonize This Space Drum circle protests genderplop demands Indigenous discount store camouflage We demand persistent stereotypes Solidarity initiative project Take back the people’s cultural statues Ethnographic curatorial practices Red spray paint fire imperialism Repatriate the Iphone Starbuck’s cups And don’t forget the “Hey! Hey! ** ** Because we’re, like, artists and stuff, you know? 2. De-Colonize This Space Too Guns and cholesterol made America great Fat white boys in discount store camouflage Duct-tape the Bible and the border wall We won our freedom with our Kalashnikovs Fake news back-stabber not a war hero SecondAmendmentSecondAmendment Lock her up get ‘em outta here yuge deal You RINO losers can grab my MAGA You snowflakes are sissies, you millennials too But ouch! my heel spurs hurt, oh boo-hoo-hoo!

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

De-Colonization x 2 (with an occasional "Hey! Hey! ** **

1. De-Colonize This Space Drum circle protests genderplop demands Indigenous discount store camouflage We demand persistent stereotypes Solidarity initiative project Take back the people’s cultural statues Ethnographic curatorial practices Red spray paint fire imperialism Repatriate the Iphone Starbuck’s cups And don’t forget the “Hey! Hey! ** ** Because we’re, like, artists and stuff, you know? 2. De-Colonize This Space Too Guns and cholesterol made America great Fat white boys in discount store camouflage Duct-tape the Bible and the border wall We won our freedom with our Kalashnikovs Fake news back-stabber not a war hero SecondAmendmentSecondAmendment Lock her up get ‘em outta here yuge deal You RINO losers can grab my MAGA You snowflakes are sissies, you millennials too But ouch! my heel spurs hurt, oh boo-hoo-hoo!

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What is it about this chase that eludes me That runs away from me That seeks to experience and then flee me Until I get hijacked by another Consenting to my own free fall into ignorance and bliss Conditioning myself to transmit Abundance without reservation Until shot at the knee But dragged along for a while longer By the chains I so genuinely let bind me And even before the wounds have healed I don't stop running, I won't stop running Resolute in a chase that targets me I do so unconditionally But you can't hijack my senses I am not an experience or experiment worth having I am not a temporary treat to be improperly digested and defecated I am not an amber that ignites upon initial contact To then be mediated or extinguished if the temperate is not right I am not the holy water that you colonize And shower with to cleanse you To then invalidate that sanctity When it falls down the drain I am not a barometer that reliefs the labor Needed to challenge the aberrations Of your colonized and colonizing tendencies I exist Physically insignificant As the earth that birthed me and will bury me But eternal in essence I am a permanent presence I am an unforgettable imprint I am your equal, no less, no more The moment that we mutually acknowledge Each other's existence I have bound myself to you From that moment...loved you unconditionally and eternally And expect no lesser commitment From you to me, or any other person you meet And even after the wounds have healed I don't stop running, I won't stop running Resolute in a chase that targets us We must unleash our abundance unconditionally And when we leave We will have given Absolutely everything That we had to give During that time of our existence

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC

emanuel-martinez

Polyamority and the Practice of Abundance

What is it about this chase that eludes me That runs away from me That seeks to experience and then flee me Until I get hijacked by another Consenting to my own free fall into ignorance and bliss Conditioning myself to transmit Abundance without reservation Until shot at the knee But dragged along for a while longer By the chains I so genuinely let bind me And even before the wounds have healed I don't stop running, I won't stop running Resolute in a chase that targets me I do so unconditionally But you can't hijack my senses I am not an experience or experiment worth having I am not a temporary treat to be improperly digested and defecated I am not an amber that ignites upon initial contact To then be mediated or extinguished if the temperate is not right I am not the holy water that you colonize And shower with to cleanse you To then invalidate that sanctity When it falls down the drain I am not a barometer that reliefs the labor Needed to challenge the aberrations Of your colonized and colonizing tendencies I exist Physically insignificant As the earth that birthed me and will bury me But eternal in essence I am a permanent presence I am an unforgettable imprint I am your equal, no less, no more The moment that we mutually acknowledge Each other's existence I have bound myself to you From that moment...loved you unconditionally and eternally And expect no lesser commitment From you to me, or any other person you meet And even after the wounds have healed I don't stop running, I won't stop running Resolute in a chase that targets us We must unleash our abundance unconditionally And when we leave We will have given Absolutely everything That we had to give During that time of our existence

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Another Tinder match supposed we hike to bromo mountain If not to suffer me neighbor country guy Where jaded is the least people be lives in a bunkbed dorm room For months and months Certified to put judgement on strangers He studies everyone But locals Talks in languages but local's He's interested in story of stragers But not my story Too local maybe One lunch in a local's I lend him lunch money He never thinks he owes me A thing He sits there on the corner Reading people's story Those whose land made By foreign spices, coal, and sweats Like me

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC

Genduk

Stranger who lives on bunkbed

Another Tinder match supposed we hike to bromo mountain If not to suffer me neighbor country guy Where jaded is the least people be lives in a bunkbed dorm room For months and months Certified to put judgement on strangers He studies everyone But locals Talks in languages but local's He's interested in story of stragers But not my story Too local maybe One lunch in a local's I lend him lunch money He never thinks he owes me A thing He sits there on the corner Reading people's story Those whose land made By foreign spices, coal, and sweats Like me

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