Anacaona Rocio Milagro - Without Grammar

In the beginning all poets were illiterate

Our elementary public school aint teach no grammar
Thank God the universe dont abide by NYC zipcode zones
And poverty lines
In the beginning all poets were illiterate

On clear nights I'd write under the gray glow of a one eyed black cat
My wack ass teacher warned me to just write, the moon

Our elementary public school thrived
Making sure born writers remained wild
Brutal fist fights with muses produced big banged bursting poems
Full of blood, salt, and mucus
The words had to get out
Like music or violence
Possession dont ask permission
One way or another these muthafucking words got out

We never called our elementary public school, grammar school
Cause it aint teach no grammar
Kids got all the way through high school and aint never heard of no
Oxford comma
That's some rich people shit

Chop the legs off little girls and boys chasing destinies of creating poetry
Since the age of four
Fence birds from flight, flowers from full bloom but the raven or the rose
Gonna do what it do

We literary convicts, don't give a fuck, spit wrong language, make it up
Fire it off flaming hot tongues, words that sprout tastebuds on bones
Spicy
Feel it in your whole body
Only to be copied, un cited

And our lawless words, that sing swinging first, that don't ask permission
That Richter when spoken, that slap pass the margins
Wont be awarded no honors
Goddamn gatekeepers

Written by:
Rocio Pena

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