E. R. Smith, 2018
Throwed up vibrant, the sour crux of the matter
Call me vandal, huh? Where’s your plan for me?
Infrastructure F–Ked up since my pop’s feet pattered
Demographics show me last on the list….maybe, we’ll see..
This battered wall, reminds of vivid existence
Slapped woke, retaliating for unprovoked focused pain
This passive palette pushed, path of least resistance
Styling a marching movement, more than for ihe slain
World peep gifts possible in all! Nourish satiate the multitudes
Burning bombs on the wall bleed, crimes of exclusion
Artists fists lash out; violent pigments glow, unchecked attitudes
Opportunities for the red blood born, won’t suffer occlusion