Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block

Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”

The Professional Protester #25 The Golden State Killer and Defunding the Police | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : As I write this, the court is laying out its sentence for Joesph Deangelo, aka the Golden State Killer, aka the East Area Rapist.Survivors of Deagnelo’s crimes have been coming forward since Tuesday and one by one and have laid out in detail for the court the traumaContinue reading “The Professional Protester #25 The Golden State Killer and Defunding the Police | The Professional Protester on Patreon”

Insulting, a poem

Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replaceContinue reading “Insulting, a poem”

The Professional Protester #24 Does Bigger than Bernie Hold Up? | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : Bigger Than Bernie is a book published by Jacobin, the officially unofficial magazine of DSA and it was written by Megan Day and Micah Uetrich, two of my favorite Jacobin writers. It was written and published during the primary and was written when Bernie’s campaign was on theContinue reading “The Professional Protester #24 Does Bigger than Bernie Hold Up? | The Professional Protester on Patreon”

There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid

There is no going back, Our heroes are dead. We are our own heroes now. There is no going back. – There is no going back, The tides are swallowing us, A virus is choking us, Our “leaders” are killing us. There is no going back. – There is no going back, You can’t getContinue reading “There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid”

Your House, My Home (A poem about eviction) | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : Your house is my home, Mr. and Mrs. Landlord.You have the deed,but I have the memories.It might be your property, but it is my life.The living room that you want to sell,That is where I saw our children play,Where I did puzzles with grandma,Where my siblings and I playedContinue reading “Your House, My Home (A poem about eviction) | The Professional Protester on Patreon”

Why Do We Take The Joker Out of The Deck? (Poem)

Why do we take the joker out of the deck? The comedian knows more than the journalist, and the Jester was the king’s adviser. It is easy to keep your distance if we laugh at the messenger instead of killing them. Why do we take the joker out of the deck? Does the dealer fearContinue reading “Why Do We Take The Joker Out of The Deck? (Poem)”

The Professional Protester #22 Shahid Buttar is Doomed | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : Shahid Buttar, Nancy Pelosi’s challenger for her congressional seat, was accused of sexual harassment by an old acquaintance, and of gender discrimination by former campaign staffers.The survivor made her allegations in a post via medium, and not long after the Intercept broke the story about Buttar — ReadContinue reading “The Professional Protester #22 Shahid Buttar is Doomed | The Professional Protester on Patreon”