The Last Exchange
The amazing days you turned from darkness
the smiles your transformed from frowns
kept me going all these years
now who going to wipe these tears

I hear your voice more often now than then
i feel your embrace in the wind
l you pushing against my back
letting me know i can win

the hard lessons you let me learn
and things I can’t remember
are manifestations of your love
I know this is a journey you’ll travel forever
with old friend and new

I just wish i had more time to say i love you
even more to prove those times mattered
i look over the pictures to remember moments,
knowing we’ll never have another tomorrow

time can not be borrowed
there will never be another you
your love, your embrace can never be duplicated
never overstated the sunshine from you smile
never faded

I am because you were
A living witness of your existence
and invested love
I will walk bravely like you taught me
forcing a smile in public releasing tears in the shade
You have been every thing
that a mother could be

Thank you pouring your love into me

To Courtney Smith
A Poem of remembrance for his God Motherb
by
Maurice “Soulfighter” Taylor
Poet Soulfighterb

The weight of control

Keith Porter,
celebrating like many Americans, No harm no foul.
Renee Often does Good, like her last name, she was doing just that in her last dreadful moment
Alex Pretti, protecting a women from a villian he expired how he lived in service.

Trumps gang surrounded, pounded, or shot them all
dividing a nation as we watch police, watch us fall victim as they normally do.

This time their commentary changes,
they could but they won’t protect
they are just good at performing during reflect
in their expensive suit
that dawns their privileged frames

elevated by the nets they worked
by professing the right ideology
to the right incumbent
dedicated to an organization
that doesnt care about us

The pale horse trots
the blocks in states
that rejected a supporter of pedophilia
That reject a wee little man
that rather grab her by the pussy
than hear say no

Before the blood stains
another is slain
falling like dominos
cause to maga this is a game

They dont repeat the videos for clairty
but instant reply
as they clap like the trump gang
does after every kill
they see as a play
points divvy up
by color, sex, gender and class
the more horrific
the more terrific they feel

how do I sit st the table with such nincompoops
ignore my roots
while they benefit from this pain
born from historical pains
as they yell like cowboys grabbing the reins of a wile horse bucking

while their wife is shucking corn
pretending like this is all ok
blaming all 3 because the minions
of the wee little man
creating narratives that refute video
telling us to disbelieve what we see

Those of us with soul
won’t chase the bait
we chase the angles of truth
this system isnt big enough for the
common and greedy man
anymore
so he steals the systems
crafted through years of activism
he blames immigrants
he blames blacks
both parties got rich off our backs
invested in by lobbyists

this is a nightmare division has built
these words crafted like a quilt
will never cover
the injustice invoked by the goons
that took these 3 lives

Keith Porter
Renee Good
Alex Pretti
Rest In Peace

Written by Maurice Taylor
(c) 1.25.26

People running through the streets screaming ICE is here.

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It’s time I saved me

I have given maga enough of my time,
If i thought of me as much as I thought of them I would be perfect,
Or as close to perfection as ai could get.
What’s funnier is dems have done more to stop my progress
Put me on the streets for being sexually abused in foster care,
then put me in jail for making decisions of desperation
while i was climbing the ladder they told me to
then kick the rungs from underneath me for
fighting racism on Westfield State University campus

So I must allow myself to access the threat to my life
are closer than they appear
The greater threat profess to love and care for me
ye not willing to stand with me and help me fight
yet want me to devote my political capital too

like praying to a god that empowers white supremacy
this lunacy that pervades this nation
is more harmful than inflation
yet we excuse it for fear of poverty

Trump greatest power play
is having your family in Military gears on amerikkkan streets
beating your friends while we watch
scream, make signs,
Yet watch

Some of us
not all of us
because the rest don’t care
ignoring the obvious
it’s just practice

I want to help
but because few helped me when i need help
i can only do so little
but more than little i have done
i’m at the brink of powerlessness
In a society that’s is proud of it’s ignorance
I have become the cowboy in the scope
of the Public Enemy logo
and the holder of the long range rifle is a hodge twin
with a steroid filled finger tip
on the trigger wanting to shoot a I’m not using big words today :)
while listening to stolen country tunes
in his ear pods
waiting for his master to give him the nod

I step back
i’m no Dr king, or Malcolm X
i’m encouraging healing and recovery
to a people proudly drunk and high
running from trauma they deny
laughing while I testify
who will come to save I
No Palestinian, no Mexican, no Haitian
no trans, no preacher, no Imam, no Black man
as i take my last breath
my last apology will be to me
because I put all my energy to save those
i’m invisible to
before me

So now i must work to save me

Maurice Taylor
(c) 12.12.25

It’s time I saved me

I have given maga enough of my time,
If i thought of me as much as I thought of them I would be perfect,
Or as close to perfection as ai could get.
What’s funnier is dems have done more to stop my progress
Put me on the streets for being sexually abused in foster care,
then put me in jail for making decisions of desperation
while i was climbing the ladder they told me
they kick the rungs from underneath me for
fighting racism on Westfield State University campus

So I must allow myself to access the threat to my life
that know one that says they love me cared about
we’re willing to stand with me and help fight
yet want me to devote my political capital too

like praying to a god that empowers white supremacy
this lunacy that pervades this nation
is more harmful than inflation
yet we excuse it for fear of poverty

Trump greatest power play
is having your family in Military gears on amerikkkan streets
beating your friends while we watch
scream, make signs,
Yet watch

Some of us
not all of us
because the rest don’t care
ignoring the obvious
it’s just practice

I want to help
but because few helped me when i need help
i can only do so little
but more than little i have done
i’m at the brink of powerlessness
In a society that’s is proud of it’s ignorance
I have become the cowboy in the scope
of the Public Enemy logo
and the holder of the long range rifle is a hodge twin
with a steroid filled finger tip
on the trigger wanting to shoot a I’m not using big words today :)
while listening to stolen country tunes
in his ear pods
waiting for his master to give him the nod

I step back
i’m no Dr king, or Malcolm X
i’m encouraging healing and recovery
to a people proudly drunk and high
running from trauma they deny
laughing while I testify
who will come to save I
No Palestinian, no Mexican, no Haitian
no trans, no preacher, no Imam, no Black man
as i take my last breath
my last apology will be to me
because I put all my energy to save those
i’m invisible to
before me

So now i must work to save me

Maurice Taylor
(c) 12.12.25

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