I'm in Love with a 1%er

Written on Day 26 of the Occupy Wall St. protest in New York City and Day12 of the Occupy Albuquerque protest. They're making their move on NYC and Denver. Be prepared, my people. Love. - Hakim Be

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I'm in love with a 1%er (For Occupy Wall St.)
-by hakim bellamy

I should have been alarmed
When you started speaking in equations
Numerical manipulations
And your stories didn't add up

Human expression cost too much
So you began sending me
Bank statements instead of love letters
You,
The one I trusted with my parents' retirement
And my children's future
Promised to be there when I needed you
That we were in this together
And then bailed

Out with every red cent
I worked so hard for
To keep you in the black

I should have known
That you would bleed me for everything I own
When our conversations...
Became computations
Before you stopped speaking to me at all

You looked at me differently
I was the 1st customer of your mom and pop's shop
You were dowered in store credit
Carded cause you looked too young to qualify
For your first small business loan
You LOVED government assistance then
And only love socialism for the rich now

Then
Your eyes glinted like a castrated bull
And you began seeing me
Flush with rouge and sweat and stress
I was YOUR employee then
Did what was best for "the team"
Took the pay cuts
Gave the benefits up
Because what was good for you
Was good for "US"

You traveled
Left me home
With kids and student loans
To man your phones
While you said
"Baby, I'm only gon be gone for a few months
Once we get these factories stacked up, I'll send for you...
I'm doing this for us."

And soon
You had more employees there
Than here
They were younger and cheaper
Than me
Barely legal
You and your off shore whores

The last time I saw you
You did not see me
You crept into our apartment
At 18 Broad Street
To grab your account paperwork
Take it back to your island bank
Without so much as kissing me on the forehead
Son and daughter laying in bed beside me
And you didn't even kiss your future goodbye

Because you didn't want to wake them
But now they are awake
Screaming for you
...To leave

You look
At me differently
Like an obstacle
Like you could have been more
Without taking care of my freeloading ass
Like you could have HAD more
Without overpaying wages to my lazy ass
Like you could have made more
Without the rules
Without thinking about other people besides your self
Without me nagging you about human rights
Environmental protections
And genocide

But you did.
You made more SHIT
Than we could possibly need
More than we could possibly greed
And when you ran out of a middle class to feed
You were made paranoid by YOUR dogs eating each other
And made the competition
Me

I should have seen it coming
When we began breaking dishes and bedroom doors
Over which Presidential Candidates we'd support
You wanted the ones you could buy
I wanted the ones I voted for
You began acquiring houses
By selling them to people you knew couldn't afford them
You picked up a gambling problem
And kept lying about some shit that didn't exist on the stock market
Then one day
You got drunk on your own stories
Told some may lies you forgot where they started
Almost got stung
Ended up buying your own junk
Bonded out of jail just in time to OD our economy
Put that stuff so deep in your vanity
That we all felt like our hopes and dreams had collapsed with your arteries

But there's always a silver lining
Silver I'll never put in your possession again
I used to be in an abusive relationship with a Bankster, before you
But I promised myself that never again
Will I believe anything a junkee says
Cause I seen you selling since
New car, new suit, new parachute, looking like a bonus
Yo ass could almost pass for a man, but I know...

If there's one thing I learned by seeing the entire financial industry
On their knees begging for a piece of my tax dollars
like it would save their life
Flatlined on the floor of 11 Wall St.
Black three piece suit,
Not a drop of blood
After being shot in the head twice

Still alive
While my hands
Cup my insides
And the floor of my country floods
With all ten pints of me

I learned
That corporations aren't people
Because people
Die
In the streets.

(c) Hakim Bellamy Day 26 of the Occupy Wall St. Protest and Day 12 of the Occupy Albuquerque protest. www.hakimbe.com

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[dafremen]

Fucking amazing.

[HomeGypsy]

Wow! Bravo!! Thanx!!

[MaggieMacnab]

Awesome, Hakim! Thank you for clarifying the addiction to money=love.