tribute to piri thomas

Yeah

want to know how many times 

i been to rooftops and yelled 

to anybody 

hey world, here I am

this is yours truly

wanna tell you mother jumpers

I'm here

I'm going to get recognition

whatever that shit means

how many times  have I stood on the rooftops

on a broken down building at night

and watch the bulb lit world that's below

Somehow, it's different at night

this is my Bronx 

there wasn't no sunlight to reveal the stark

naked truth 

of garbage infested streets

gone in the drabness and hurt

covered by a friendly night

it makes clean the dirty faced kids

this is  my bright mundo

my streets

my hood

thousands of light

hundreds of millions of colors

mingling  with noises

swinging street sounds of cars and curses

sounds of joy, and sobs that make music 

if anyone is listening, you can hear ones heartbeat

im  a Taino black Puerto Rican 

hoping , reaching, and unsatisfy

day by day into some kind of hate without un nombre

when I look down on these streets below

I'm thinking 

its like a great big dirty Christmas tree with lights but no fuckin presents 

As my head starts to grow bigger, my body crammed up with hate

Listen to sounds inside me 

get angry, have hatred, and you won't ever be scared 

what have you got now? Nothing

what will you ever have? Nothing

unless you cop for yourself