28
(rises from seat, begins walking down to the stage)

I was socially constructed in the streets
of the norteño soreño dialectic
the nine millimeter didactic
one polymer of the plastic that traps this soul
behind concrete cages

18
I was spawned in the rebel yell
the Newton’s Third Law of revolution
in a raised fist and a die-in
I occupy your mind, your bank, your worldview horizon

28
I was trained in the school of hard knocks
the alleys of city blocks labyrinthine like your mind’s eye
wipe your hard drive of assumptions
your presumptions and your alibis
I breathe realness
do you feel this
shooting through you?

38
I was signified in the symbolic violence
of doxic toxicity