Poetry Corner: Huey Revere

My gifts and talents are of those I’ll always savor,

Never would I think a dollar determined if I would succeed or fail.

Let me make this clear do you one last favor,

Money means nothing to me articles and poetry are my legacy.

Fuck the oppressor settling for his work physical labor,

My words tell the tale follow the trail.

Activist like me you’ll encounter none braver,

All delivered by hand none if by land,

None if by sea,

Don’t expect this postage in the mail.