shatter aka in and out of the haze of you and I [unedited stone skip]

you and I are coated in the sticky sweet filter
that helps us/then get through our days
you know the one
the wake up at 5 to run to be fit for the dream
to head out onto congested highways
to sit crouched in a physically confining space assisting those the system smiles upon
who flow from one town to the next
where their fancy leads
reappropriating homes and livelihoods because that's how it's been since fuck all
never questioning why it's all so simple
while they have to look away from the neck under the knee
while we quelch our spirit, drive, and voice
to make a rich man richer
those who were handed their privilege
the day they drew breath under that ruddied pallid hue
who could never imagine or fathom to comprehend what it would be to want

to be criminalized at sight

to work harder and be better than others but be paid less
to be inherently poor as the system sought it to be
the poor are the foundation this system was built on 

and which also so ardently pays us with its disenfranchisement, violence, and neglect
but we work that job
we spend those dollars
we forget to remember because it's survival technique of compartmentalization has us kneeling to the cross 

hand over heart 

in line for a bite of that burger
I'm here 

buying that latte
but what about the international communities forced to have their land bear our fruit

draining their water supplies

and they never get a taste

they are left in drought and despair
while I buy that bar of chocolate

driving my car

but what about the wars fought to slaughter innocents for the slick black blood graying the sky

and that man
and that woman
are murdered
simply because their beauty 

their blackness is feared
I'm coated
while those women are raped
children are slaves
children in cages
they fear the simplicity
they fear it was all so simple and perfect
the  indigenous ways
over thought to death by pillaging by raping all by force
believe divine right 

by force

but we're the savages while they rape and murder and hang and cage and beat and torment and enslave
but I watch the shows
I buy the beer
I attempt to find the bliss
the coating runs thin under the blaze of realization
the coating lays in a pool at the feet of the conscious 

to be your mirror until you jump out of its murk
what will it take to shatter the archaic coating of the fearful the hateful and the privileged
what will it take for us to see our lives are set up to hate ourselves and want what they have
dont let them win.
shatter