My Bad Dream Part II
White Paper and Printed Lines
By: Sinohui

In one of my many bad dreams
I cannot see through the white paper and printed lines of our schools books
TV's showing Real World and Friends blocks my view
If the creator stood before me in plain sight would I recognize?
No one even knows what a Raramuri looks like
We're all too busy drinking Pepsi and Sprite
Maybe a six pack to take the edge off at night
And get away from this indentured life

The timing belt in my car snapped
Three pistons crashed
It could have cost me my rent but
In this dream I am homeless since,
I cannot live in retail space
Income streams move faster than babbling brooks through neighborhoods
For conglomerates redevelopment agencies break promises
To small businesses
Leaving smoke and the smell of burning crosses
Lit by economics

My allergies come from someone messing with the corn
Now they can sell it as ethanol and use it in wars

My stomach turns at the smell of
Deep-fried genetically altered chickens with no feathers or beaks From KFC

My blood lust for meat
Makes me a pawn of murder for money
To keep prime cuts in stock at the market

I run in shadows to hide from UV rays
While I watch the signs
Noticing that the seasons don't rhyme or happen on time

Working a 9-5, so many troubles of mine
Carbon monoxidized wheelchairs, eating late at night

It gets hard to sleep in this bad dream

Still not able to see through the white paper and printed lines that Don't even touch on red lining
Treaties, acres and mules so hollow and thin
They only manifest in the printed lines

Like a room being swept not all the dirt will get picked up
Whether in the trash or under the rug
Something spills the dirt will come up

These bits of truth and lies eat away at my mind
But this bad dream was written out by my own pen
The salesman will not get in
I will bring in my nations
I will bring in my bow and arrows
With tips dipped in ink venom