You Want to Say Something?
Speak...
Yo... Speak!
Don't just be parading up and down these, streets.
Selling ass, crack, 'H', lifting hub caps, or snorting coke, in this piece?
Be a leader.
Speak!
Not this rally shit, in front of parliament hill, blocking the trafficked on
the Don Valley with this Woman's Rights, bit.
I mean real shit!
Speak.
Speak on the human condition!
Speak on police brutality!
Misinformation and indecision...
those, missing native bitches on the reserves?
No questions... without permission.
That Lavalin, Scandal?
That 2.05 billion dollar donation for that... "NASA mission?"
The Tax papers, Mr. Trump? (Instead of your tweets).
Not your likes,
your insta-remarks
posts,
or "FN fit" @oftheweek.
Just SPEAK!
Speak about the people in the streets,
struggling to stay off rock, needles, and shit...
just to eat.
Talk about the fact it's been more than 10 years!
And I'm still waiting on (housing subsidy.)
Fucking SPEAK!
Because I'm tired of the six, for a nine.
The shooting at the Raptors parade,
The false flag, fuckery.
All this shit!
We're running out of time.
I just want someone,
other than me...
to speak.
🌹
👁 #2020
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