memoirs of a pianist.

 writer’s blocks happen because life happens 

and if you’re present you’ll see 

tragic

glory

i’m into it

more to say and share 

if you receive a notification, thank you

your eyes and ears 

back during those years 

truly made a difference 

i dream of suicide 

my dna knows death

yours probably falls right in line

with the concept of forfeit

“nos quitaron el mar nos quitaron el cielo” 

go listen to that song (tierra - bomba estéreo)

like a modern response to calle 13’s latinoamerica

there’s so much i haven’t said yet

i was too busy proving my authenticity

in a sea of carbon copies selling their people

materialism and consumerism disguised as truth

or black power

or eco friendly living

i was too busy proving my humanity

in a sea of money thirsty bitches

with no soul

selling their people caricatures

boxes 

chains we broke already but now gladly put back on

instagram is no longer a part of my artistic rollout

you may think i’m lazy

i’m from the era where cds 

vinyls

Atraks

they had value

i’m from the 90s

where i grew up with the internet

social media allowed me

to be opinionated and have no filter

it all comes with a price

who is the artist if the wifi bill isn’t paid

who are you without the lights

soon a new day will dawn

it’s all mine for the taking

anything i came for

i won’t leave without a fight

and my thighs are stronger

and i stand straight

my chest broader

my art my truth my words

are a weapon

you may have captivated me

you may have a fat ass

and yes

with all the eyes on you 

and with everything you represent

you may still shake your ass in a deli 

but you’re just a caricature

you and the army of lost souls

maybe my words will remind you 

of everything you gave up 

just to be famous

prepare for the afterlife baby

i sure as hell am