Clearing

Clearing—don’t you mean Disappearing,
Criminalizing but never hearing?
Cleaning—what r u really meaning?
Our arrest our death
Cuz u can’t stand what our homelessness meant
When u drove by our broke down tent
U decided to exploit our houselessNESS

To pay for Your home—Your nest,
courtesy of a politrickster test
That doesn’t include everyone
That excludes poor people’s voices by intention

Clearing and cleaning, towing, killing and disappearing
How far away do we need to go
Before u know
Our lives are worth less than than your bloody dollar bills tho

U used your own experiENCE
To claim overstanding of what it means to not have rent
So the people would trust what you said
But all you showed is your heart has grown cold

So now You can ride by empty, hoarded mama earth
And never even see our broken lives sleeping in the dirt

swept and swept and swept away
How much disappearing can U do to us
Before our lives and destroyed bodies
don’t make it to another day?

I can’t say

Clearing and Cleaning, towing, killing and disappearing
But guess what, we aren’t going away
Humans housed or unhoused are here to stay
We live, we breathe, we have viable solutions and dreams

We are poets, and consumers—taxpayers and voters

We are fighting and writing
We are building and crying
And so this an invitation of love in the face
Of all of your poltrickster hate
To listen to us

To hear—NOT CLEAR—
To Listen to our Dreams
NOT perpetrate more tows & sweeps

A love letter to Sheng, Karen, London, and Jesse, and Gavin too

We are right here, on that park bench,
in that tent on the street corner—
Your system—Krapitalism built Us,
evicted Us, placed Us outside—right beside you