A Poem by Nikki M.G.
Written 1.21.25
Dear God, All Energy of Creation -
Dear Martin, Malcolm, Mandela, and Mahatma -
What up Michelle, Maxine, AOC, and Angela?
How do you agitate and escalate against targets who own their self-interest?
Like literally.
Musk. Twitter. Tesla.
Zuckerberg. Facebook. Meta.
Bezos. WaPo. Amazon.
And ex-wifeeeey’s cut to the people really didn’t even hurt him!
They create… and own their own stories…. and ours….!!!
They created…and stole… ideas and new technology ….
And creation is what humans do, right….So….???
And then. At some point. I don’t know when. I can’t exactly remember because I was too busy focusing on my own shit...
They morphed. Expanded into hideous monstrosities.
Jekylls by camera light. Hydes by natural light.
Their ghostly skins dripping like zombie decay. Eww. Talk about pasteeeey!
Still morphing and plotting and creating and hoarding and huffing and faking and deading and we mostly went along with them all this time.
YO!
And now, once again, this fake bitch ass baby cheetoh puppet with the stupid evil grimace….
Struggling in his business and banking affairs and image and feelings of love and security…
Is excited about his powerful puppet position once again to do business with these fallen angels, the new and old devils alike.
And we are mostly going along with them. Still. Right now. Even though we know.
YO!
Who’s off that Amazon? Who’s on the line with Chris Smalls and the workers? Who's shopping with competitors - and not muhfuckin’ Walmart. Who’s going without their plastic packaged dreams delivered straight to their doors?
Who's off that Twitter? Who else is burning Tesla trucks in front of towers?
Who's off that Facebook and Meta?
Who's going back to Myspace, telephones, and knocking doors?
Who’s inventing new communications systems that are equitable for all?
Who's out here writing, calling, marching, arting, and testifying before their representatives about antitrust laws, monopolies, oligarchies, and early 20th century global history muhfuckin’ repeating itself for what?
Hmmm?
Where we at? I know we are present and powerful, but I can’t feel us enough right now.
I need me, you, us, them to get louder and bring the rest in, with love and intention
Now and always.
Cuz at this point it's beyond “fuckshit” as BOLD Harriet would say, and we know better.
We know how to defeat this shit.
C’mon now. Holla at me. Holla at us, God, gods, and ancestors.
Thank you sincerely and
Amen!

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