No Longer a Pacifist

i suppose i’ll write some prose before i overdose on my sentiments, cus lord knows that im sensitive fighting inside the pocket, sleight of hand leaving the pigs red nosed at what point do we recognize violence as something intimate paying attention of my conditions and revolution the life i chose resolute innat decision these crackas judging me by my accuracy but my heart consistently where precision lives my conditions be casualty, after catastrophes tap dancers on them i-phones ain’t moving the bones God gave em muscular atrophy my therapy is passing the time within these passages masking cus of the cameras surveilling my actions and the airborne pathogens i’m coming for my place at the table a head on collision, please don’t call it an accident title this poem, no longer a pacifist im bout that action, keep a hammer in case the news call me a activist title this poem no longer a pacifist