Man Seeks

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Male, 26, NYC
5’11, Latino, medium build
olive complexion with brown hair and eyes
seeks a soldier who’ll ride!

Somebody to struggle with
On starch leftovers and train fare,
Dinner saved for a steakhouse chain
On holidays with enough left between us
To make all minimum payments
Water in the milk and detergent
Going blacksmith, then surgical
on a tube of toothpaste time to time
fine with delegating a banister in the hall
clothing line and I’ll squeeze, to save the dime.
She keeps score and budgets-in the bottle we pour
on the same napkin, in mix of dominoes crackling,
she's reached over the beat physique
of those who couldn't keep with the funk and
the blues and the punk and play it smooth
when the shit hit, opened the door to her baggage
on the top step and froze in their britches,
though she'd lettem know she got that;
together we could bring it all back
to where she got it from, and return
where we're starting at...
I’m seeking a partner I can love down
Late to work the day after I struggled to
concentrate at work; mind on a fight with her,
a lover with whom I can refuge to sanctuary
from grinding on menstrual cycles daily
having learned to bare her own nuisances
all but callused at the brow
fortifying stresses that weigh ME down
commanding the wheels to stand in my knees
feeling man in her will to survive, man up to me!


a Female, 23-29 from a hood like mine
5’3-5’8, Of Color, mileage on the joints
one of them brown eyed gal
who cultivates her hair to take its heights
and aint afraid to get low when shit gets tight

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The Movement

Slow the banner we march behind
We keep the slogan from ever dying
I move the world true to time
revolution is on my mind

should archeologists have bones to find
and it be dwellings of the quelled they’re dwelling
let them follow the fists aligned where
I feel in my bones I am already

hell and heaven once combined to space
a life apart for my conscious state
till I wrote The People into my will
for control over where we’ll go from here

So see you around in a hundred years
though at times The Movement dissipates
the dreams of fathers defer to sons
The Revolution awaken to liberate


-Tone.Are