Creative Soul. Sitting still in these chairs.
Creative Soul. Sitting still in these chairs.
Naked Dirt + Water
Naked with nothing to hide
This is it and this is who am I
Dressing like pirates
When they conquered
Reservations and Islands
Dressing like the KKK
In white sheets like
Their head chief the pope
My chief is Geronimo
Joseph who died not from a bullet hole
But a broken heart after his people and his home
Got robbed and shoot for everything they got
Not went extinct but exterminated like the can
Of spray who spray insects to kill them
to keep them away
They kill us, they spray
They try us, and then say
“Go home”
When this has been our home all along
Make us dress like them
Pirates of the Caribbean
when we
Natural bodies
Naturally butt naked
Shouldn’t we be?
Nothing to hide
Naked
Now we hide in shame
Overeating
Overweight
Dressing like westerners
Mimicking them
White ways
Their traits
Is a privilege
To lose my culture so I can go to better schools
To get ahead
Because you aint shit if your not living
A material life and talking white
No nutrients from the sun that turn my beautiful
Skin to a color that Lindsey lohan can’t naturally get
So they spray can with spray tans while I think my
Brown skin is a sin
A heathen
A savage
As I eat like a pirate on Thanksgiving Day celebrating
Christmas like a cold blue eye German man
If I walked around naked
Ill get a ticket, thrown in jail, probably raped
When this is who I am. Who am I. Who am I?
I am first naked. Made from dirt and water, this is who I am.
Naked with nothing to hide
but myself from the rest of the world
Cos the way I live is a lie
But that’s the scarifies
As I’m stripped from my natural given rights
Creative creator creates Th!s//.
These Boots Hot//.
Love is Love but if it’s bad for you then it’s a drug
– Say No to Drugs// Common Sense Source
and bo0ts are high… ready for not war but the night! ;p
mother nature green took over hot pink! #godscreativity
neon blu lights @ uncle julio 2nd story gold baj drink on deck.. on peachtree skreet.
Dye Worker’s Hands
Photograph by Thomas J. Abercrombie
A teenage worker uses dye-stained hands to hold a tangled nest of red yarn. The boy lives in Khulm (Formerly Tashkurgan), Afghanistan, a town noted for trade in sheep and wool.
Red Yarn, Red Blood Stains on Blue Dye Hands, torn hearts, shaking Arms. Blue eyes hold all the power for Afghan again to control the behold of Navy Air cold. Sheep is the people, to bad this worker is a teenager and the wool is Amerika’s gold. Holding the yarn seems better now than it did before. Photo spits vibrations candidate. I know what this pic depicts. Burgundy shade represent where the shade is at today. Nice provocative shot. AB
