POOR Magazine

One Thursday Away  ...........

Today is another day. I told myself when I went to bed last night that tomorrow would be a better day, a new day, a different day. That's what I told myself. How much I believed it would be true. Call me naive but I believe that in my heart, my heart of hearts. I told myself this before I went to bed because I know that each day that I see is new mercy of God's grace restored up on me...

Today is unlike many other days. I feel like today will be a different kind of day. I don’t know why I feel like this, the only way to truly know would be to get through the start of the day … I will come back to this.

I sat there breathing her air, the stench of her nose quivered my soul and I smell rancid onions.

In the midst of my world pool results the makings of a hurricane. I needed a coca cola to put in my engine to start my car up the res. Black pepper in my tube pipes to block the whole so that my fluids may continue to flow through. I feel like a broken down car rigged up I’m running hot, I need coolant, water will do. I am operating at the best capacity on less than what is best...

I feel like its so close- but i don’t know
Hypokkkrazy ( as i call it ) is real….

Unhoused, poverty skolaz living in vehicles and on the streets in the stolen Ohlone/Lisjan land colonizers call Berkeley face constant harassment (like they do pretty much everywhere) -but in Berkeley,its not so much from one entity, poltrickster or community, but from all of them and mostly from "Nimbyism" (Not in my backyard), fueled by the omnipresent, anti-poor people hate that exists everywhere in colonized Turtle Island.

Today is the day I deal with my own fate. I’m all talked out .. I’ve been helped out enough. I’m so fuckin tired and I keep it to myself … we all got our problems. I’ve got mine and you have got yours … So who really cares … other than me … and sometimes I don’t.

Dee Allen.

Standing in Revolution- A Love-Uary for SisSTAR comrade, Laure McElroy who joined the ancestors BlackAugust 31st 2018

I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees. Emiliano Zapata