Monday, December 5, 2016

White Sweat

The ink of laws subjugating
Other humans just being
Does not wash away in white tears
As the dominant culture
Causing countless to suffer
Because “that’s just how things are”
We have to raise the bar
As our whiteness celebrates
Giving equality with civil rights
My humanity screams
It was never ours to give or take
And the laws we make
Granting permission
For others of different skin
To mingle in “our” world
Are insult, on insult, on insult
Perpetrated by a ruling culture of arrogance
Whose goal has always been possession
If we as a conquering tribe
Had spent less time consuming
And more time connecting
We might not be so arrogant as to think
That equality was ours to bequeath
We might be living in an abundant culture
Where we all share in the care of one another
Where I can call you brother
And sister and mother and cousin and aunt
And more than that, I can call you my kin
The ink of laws subjugating
Other humans just being
Does not wash away
In white tears
It may never wash away
So much damage done
To generations gone
And “white we” wakes to a space
Where we still have power
And have allowed it to be
Commoditized by a for profit prison machine
Grinding up poor black flesh
To make fat white men fatter
And a criminal justice system
Where good old boys
Will be good old boys
And do what they like
Short of ropes
To retain control
Where a black man is 12% of the population
But 37% of the prisoners
Where my black brother under 30 is 5 times
More likely to be killed
By those we pay to protect and serve
We have got to do more
Than name drop our black friends
We have got to do more
Than sign petitions
We have got to do more
Than talk privilege and pain
We have got to do more
If we aren’t bullshitting about change
Instead of white tears and white regret
We need white work and white sweat
In the places where black faces
Are considered a threat
So greed can’t forget
That “white we” has no place
Granting equality to a race
That is the root of us all
That “white we” of history
Bears responsibility
To tell children the truth of our sins
White sweat…is what it takes
To move through the mistakes
Generations of greed have allowed
White sweat and white faces
In unsafe black spaces
So the only tears that flow
Can become those
Of humans just being

©2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard



Saturday, May 14, 2016

Firefly Dance

Everybody’s so busy
Lookin' down at their hands
Nobody to notice
The tick tock of the sand

Just letting those years
Pass them right by
Nothing to show
But debt and you die

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

Get less busy lookin'
For something to do
And more busy doin'
Something right next to you

You don’t need a dollar
To make a lotta change
Who cares who’s lookin'
Or who thinks it’s strange

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

So take a walk on a wild side
Or don’t take sides at all
Take your inner child’s side
Or go take a fall

There’s a lotta livin'
We still gotta do
And baby I’m gonna
Do it with you

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all

Like the breeze in the trees
First sparkle at twilight
I wanna dance with you
On a firefly night
We got the moon and the stars
And all of our dreams
Baby we’ve got it all


© 2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

I'm Not With Her (She Isn't For Me)

I ain’t much for all the lyin’
I never did politic well
And lord knows Clinton’s trying
With everything she’s trying to sell
I’m old enough to know better
I remember how she raged
Against unsuspecting ladies
Trapped in Billy’s cage

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me

Some say that it’s her turn
She’s waited all this time
She’s been a good sport
Obeyed the party line
She lined up all her shots
Her hit list I hear is a mile
But there’s ugly in her eyes
Every time I see her pretty smile

She won’t get my vote by gender
I’d love to see a woman but not her
On Facebook I’d unfriend her
For all the flip flops that occur
She knows nothing about Americans
Who struggle to get by
And don’t even get me started on
Which emails to classify

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me

You may think that I’m a dreamer
Brave leaders need to be
So I cast my vote for the hippie
That lives like you and me
He boogied down at Woodstock
Fought for right when nobody was looking
He flies coach in the middle seat
I bet at home he does the cooking

I never understood a haircut
That cost more than half my rent
Or the wars where she voted
To have our young men spent
I never understood her choices
For Walmart and Montsanto greed
And no matter how she panders
I’m not with her, she isn’t for me


 © 2016 Nicole Vilencia Hazard

Monday, February 8, 2016

Pawn Star

Hit me with your money stick
Wrench the truth from me in dollar bills
But first let me forewarn you
I’ll outspend you in a match of wills

I’ve been tested, I’ve been pushed
I’ve been beaten nearly dead
I’ve faced down demons real and imagined
And chased them from my head

I am no longer a child afraid
Of things that bump in the night
Or of the things that may appear
When I am examined under the light

I know my strength, my value too
I know what I have done and where I’ve been
I’ve done my penance, done my time
I’ve been absolved of every sin

So you go ahead and punish me
For an honestly you cannot bear
You hate me and berate me
And wallow in your despair

You charge me by the body count
Or the minutes in the day
You take and take and take what you want
So that you can feel okay

Ask yourself if the price
Of guilt, pain and regret
Was worth the prize you won
Paid with so much upset

In the end, all alone
A wall from your delight
Separated by accountability
And the need for fight or flight

Ask if your rebelliousness
Has punished only you
And your lack of self-awareness
Is worth the victim-hood you spew


©2016 Nicole VIlencia Hazard

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Let It Bern


Authority has failed us
More times that it has not
Counting the times we were let down
Would take more digits than we’ve got

We cannot abide by politicians
On the take and false as hell
We used to believe they served the people
We believed in Santa Claus as well

To say we have been disillusioned
By the American way would sell us short
42 years after Roe v Wade we still fight
What has been decided by the highest court

All we want is to be paid fairly
Have our children safe and learned
All we want is to stop corruption
Have power to the people returned

It seems with all of our advances
A caste society we are becoming
All knowledge at our finger tips
But in America we’re dumbing

                The truth, the truth
                The truth is on fire
                We don’t need no water
                We need to let it Bern
                Bern baby Bern

Blindly led to the slaughter
Absolute power and greed corrupting
Every time we ask the right questions
Chastised like children interrupting

Lobbyists have bought our cabinet
Our House and Senate too
We’ve been sold out at every turn
We don’t see the cages on this zoo

There are so many of us, more than them
But they’ve taught us to squabble each other
Industry has poisoned the well
We choke on the air, too, and smother

The time has come for a rising up
Taking back the power is an evolution
Those who don’t change will dinosaur die
In this Political Revolution

                The truth, the truth
                The truth is on fire
                We don’t need no water
                We need to let it Bern
                Bern baby Bern

Our hero has charged, battle ready
On the right side of history he’s leading
As he goes millions join the ranks
Though they say our numbers are receding

It is not against one person he fights
But a whole system that has dragged us down
He reminds us that one man cannot do it alone
And we canvass and call and rally around

By tens of thousands stadiums we fill
Blue signs in hand with roaring cheers
Someday we will speak of how history was made
By grassroots organizers and volunteers

Though doors may slam and people scoff
We know the truth spoken when we hear it
And we know the battle has just begun
We see a new future, we don’t fear it

So the time has come for a new way of being
In America the tide is turning
Nothing exists that can put it out
My friends, America is Berning

                The truth, the truth
                The truth is on fire
                We don’t need no water
                We need to let it Bern
                Bern baby Bern



Thursday, June 25, 2015

June Bug

Horizon like
I will stretch heaven
A steeled canopy
To form her sky
Eternal I will guard her
So she may never know
The feeling of a wail caught
At the point of swallow
Where my name only escapes
In hiccuping mouthfuls of pain
Elevating, levitating, elongating
Contorting ethereal umbrella
I will drift above her life
Deflecting, absorbing
She will never have to miss me
I will fade into a distant wonder
and echo in her heart

©2015 Nicole Marie Vilencia Hazard

Friday, January 16, 2015

No Tombstones on the Wind

When my blood pumper’s all done pumping
And I no longer hear it thumping
And my mind has finally quieted
From the ways it spent days all riotous
When I can no longer say what I’m thinking
And my chest has quit rising and sinking
When my skin is a bag of bones
And there’s no lights on and nobody home
When I am nowhere to be found on my person
And you’ve finally called the hearse in
Do not write on a tombstone for me
Tombstones can’t fly where I'll go free
Toss me to air to die as I've been

Nothing but stardust on a sweet blowing wind

© 2015 Nicole Vilencia Hazard

Thursday, July 17, 2014

TNT&A

Stifle, stifle, until you crack like a rifle
Triggered by the index of a sharp shooter mind
Sorted, categorized, chronological order
Offenses pile up leaving excuses behind
That old rifle can hang over the fireplace forever
And never hurt anyone
It's all water under the bridge
Until Mama gets the gun
She shoved it down so long
Just to keep peace she was quiet
But today she broke like a goddamn
And Mama is ready to riot
There's not a woman who can keep her tongue
When she's of mind to burst
Better she vent a little along the way
Than blow up with her worst

© 2014 Nicole Marie Vilencia

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Back Up Bitch

Eyes squeezed shut and trembling
Razor pinned, behind curled lip,
The boned bitch guards her prize
Hard to growl without losing grip
She never had much of one to start
Chasing bones to fill her heart
Within her emptiest spaces
Abandoned and alone she shuffled
One place to another, always stray
One bed to another, just a lay
Catching breaths here and there
Never catching a break, trying to
Make some love, a life,
A connection with anyone
In a corner is backed
Defending everything she’s lacked
Guarding the prize between her teeth
She bites down to make it bleed
Staking claim with pregnant need
Rabid, sick, consumptive
She lacks control
She believes she thinks
Faster than a locomotive
Able to leap tall tales
In a single bound
All she sees is a giant V
When she looks down
But it doesn’t matter
Because she can’t read
The writing on the wall
If you ask, she’s got it handled
And there’s nothing wrong at all


© 2014 Nicole Marie Vilencia