My wall My wall is a garden of dark marks Interwoven strokes rapturously posted up Not ruins, but still sutured to a Corrupt culture awaiting chances at its deconstruction My whole family stillborn in the cut Living, working, dying as your Laborers yet labeled "non-essential" by you fucks Your wall's imported Pretty sure you used the word "glorious" But you can't both use and ignore us Or fuck and pretend to adore us What type of love is only true in its desire to stay hateful? What type of world did you think you Birthed where you thought I would be grateful? You really thought I would be grateful? You thought! You thought! You thought! You thought! I overanalyzed the size of the affect Of life as a mark and an object of disrespect Remade in H.I.S. image, Redacted, refitted for symmetry But over the border my Future's free of that conspiracy Wishing to keep your threats well-kept As your weaponized debt is your wall, my nigga My wall's the earth and more than the Dirt you tried to sweep up under the rug, my nigga You gentrified a whole continent With a whip on some hand-over-fist shit, nigga Tell me, am I still the embodiment of The evil that your daddy did live, nigga?