The Dichotomy of Dissent

To write these words and keep to form is wack;
To speak the truth and reap the facts is packed.

The European scheme that shit ain't me;
They rape our lands and feed us poetry.

I spit on norms and spray on boring walls;
Graffiti speaks while ancient poets fall.

I hope this shit don't sound so cynical,
But modern poems seem so fictional.

So script; so coined: the formula like math;
I'd rather deviate the muse from graph.

Mrs. Rowlandson are we but savage beasts?
Salvage salvation: walk down East Los streets.

You'd kill me too, had I stolen your land;
I sacrifice your heART to sun-- my hand.

It does not matter to me if I fall;
This racist system was not built for all.

I sit and laugh at all pretentious chant;
They call it art, to me it seems to lack.

To choose these words and stick to laws is bland;
Instead: free form; free thought; freedom for man.