Our Hood

No religion to separate my faith
Dividing people over positions
For a higher seat that hangs
High over reality and life

No state to oppress my thoughts
With plastic beliefs in symbols
Made of heart strings dangling
In the wind attached to air

No government to control
My culture for their existence
Like a pariah sucking the life
From its host for survival

No healthcare to selectively
Cur the heard with chemicals
And policies that cards and dollars
Trump for the wealthy bigots heart

No society to judge my culture
For its values and vices
To lift their transparent ideals
Of normalcy like neon billboards

Freedom is where we live
Void of you and your false hopes
Built on grand ideas tarnished
With the tears of poverty and shame


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