Gates, walls and fences built with settler intentions- a poem by povertyskola

By tiny aka povertyskola 

Shipping containers placed to block access to People’s Park. Credit: Ximena Natera, Berkeleyside/CatchLight via Berkeleyside

Cement blocks and locks built on settler intentions 

Locking up - 

Blocking up 

Poor bodies lives 

Until they chauking us 

Our Houseless bodies 

r worth more to them locked up 

So what is mine and what is yours 

The question seeds a thousand wars 

So how many homes can they shut up with lock and key 

How many times will you incarcerate me 

How many locks will they place on Mama Earths and ancestors

sacred spaces  

So we can’t even sit or stand while poor in any of the places

Gates, walls, doors & fences

How tall do u need to build 

Before you bring out the guns and shoot to kill 

gates, walls and fences 

Formations meant

To contain and maintain 

Until you have crushed our hearts and our Mama Earth

A thousand ways 

But cant u see 

No matter how high u build 

No matter how many of us u buy to keep still 

We come back 

We rise up, tear down and clap back

We scream, we will be heard 

We will be seen 

We will take down your gates

From Peoples Park to the West Bank 

Piece by piece in a thousand ways 

We will sing - 

We will pray 

Mama Earth and all us poor mamas will prevail 

From Palestine 

To Turtle Island

MamaEarth is NOT for sale