mad graffiti



E. R. Smith, 2018

Throwed up 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, 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





The Shape of a Woman

E. R. Smith 2018

Molded round, impervious; taking on weights and tolls

Angled sharp, quick, multifaceted

Stong straight throughout storms; raising barricades

Patented abilities,  unfragmented

Turns hexagon to rhombus, clearest diamond

Inspiring humanity with the feminine

Crafting both art and war; lovely siren


Remember when we found that imperfect spot by the trees;

with the hive of bees?

Immature happy to be away from the crowd;

they are way too loud.

Warped were we; thinking crowds missed our plans.

Looking sketchy, holding hands.

Intimate plans turned to dud,

little brother threw a rock with a thud!

Angry bees shamed us away, their secrets for birds alone.

That imperfect spot by the trees, began a love still known.

©2017 E. R. Smith


All or Nothing!

handed a package with instructions, “You all in?”

naw, can’t.  “In or you got nothin’.”

head down, then I got nothin’ then.

another day, another friend.

“Going over to the college, wanna come?”

head tilted to the side feeling dumb.

honest, I don’t know how to start?

“No worries friend, I’ll help that part.”

“Gotta world focus, to see change,

remove one from a demographic cage.”

followed friendly footsteps to lead me to a road,

not easy though, not easy though.

Finals told percentages of growth

gave my life some kind of hope.

Remember all or nothing as I lead.

My stronger voice, a clear feed.

I give all in my life, wanting to be something;

knowing its all or nothing.

©2017 E. R. Smith