Truth is my Compass, and Wisdom my Helm.

I have no religion, nor do I have a fatherland. I am a bastard of the Earth. I was mothered by water and disowned by greed. Dollars taunt me to commit deadly sins of normalcy so I may achieve my Amerikan Dream. But I have refused to lie to myself. I, who has eyes, can see what the mockery truly is. Give bastards money and they’ll claim Mary to be their mother. After all, her immaculate conception of Jesus was a great tale. But I know mother. She is encoded in my DNA, my blood. She is 70% of me. We call her water.

Some believe me to be crazy. I suppose drilling into the earth and annihilating innocent and uncivilized people is perfectly normal. This is why I am unable to grow fond of a schizophrenic world that has deemed me insane beyond recognition.

Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of abstinence in an addicted world.

Money, that bitch is cruel. It has instructed people to believe that they can purchase anything with sufficient funds. I find it funny that money comes from trees. Trees are processed into paper, then painted, and disseminated around the globe. We now believe that trees can buy water, gold, silver, and diamonds.

Of course this is untrue. Money is only as powerful as the bullet of a gun and the explosion of a bomb. We know this but are unable to reconcile our love for painted paper.

Consequentially, money has become glorious in a godless world of entitlement.

I wish Mary were lynched and Jesus was born again. But truly, the idiocy is unbecoming of our future.  

I entered a world of metaphor
and revoked the linearity of time

I found myself to be:

A slave to a nation
that enslaves the world

Amerika wants to be free
so she sent a lynch mob as the military

The corporation followed,
and they went oversea

Like Columbus with a team,
they saw all the money that could be

Amerika lost the love of  loyalty
for she had to keep her virginity

In 1893, Ida B. Wells toured Europe
to tell the parents of a savage nation
that their offspring had grown barbaric

She wanted racial equality
to cease the terror of un-lynched Negroes

In 2012, Zisa will tour Amerika
to tell the benefactors of Multinational Corporations
that money has become the noose of the world

She wants human equality
to un-lynch the third world from Amerikan terrorism

And unlike Ida, Zisa has learned
that all nations dangle off the tree of dollars

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, which nation is the first to go?

The world is a war zone, freedom is under attack, and we are living in the trenches.

Hey Hillbilly: I know you may see a coon in my skin. I understand you sip ignorance and feast upon hate. I would too, if I were a white person living in a white house of unrequited white-amerikan dreams.

You, catcalling misogynistic Black male: Your mother spoiled you stupid. You now think “black woman” is a synonym for WHORE, how did this happen? I understand she has protected you from prison’s gate by dishing you what little love she failed to feed herself.

Hi Ms. Martha’s Vineyard: Your self-entitlement bears the stench of a skunk’s foul odor. Of course, you think I am an affirmative-action blacky—I see it in your eyes and hear it in your tone. I understand you only know white people like you, who have as much money as you do.

Dear Elder, Church-goer: I am not going to hell for dressing in ways less feminine than you are comfortable with; and yes, I am a lesbian. But I know you wouldn’t be the kind to throw the first stone, right?

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I once thought all white folks were simpleminded, until I held and loved a white woman. I used to revel in my indifference towards my immigrant Mexican neighbors, who flee their homes because NAFTA has made farming unprofitable. As in, our free trade bears the cost of livelihood for Mexicans. I had thought the Japanese were not my people, and then I learned of Hiroshima, Nagasaki and the internment camps. I was certain that Indians in India were taking my potential jobs, and then I learned that Indians were hired for their cheap currency—cheaper labor.

I once believed that everyone had to fend for themselves, and then I discovered self-love. Love born within the cracks of my soul fed my appetite for survival.

Once my soul became full, I decided to live. But I cannot live if my fellow humans are dying and barely surviving. If you breathe, I am your comrade. If you have not survived, I will avenge your departure by solidifying our compatriots. The world is our home and I will poke truth in every face of antipathy.

Call me cunt, nigger, faggot, wish me death under your breath; lynch me in your mind and rape me with your eyes, but let me sit in your ear and untie these lies.

I know your hatred is an unintelligent expression for needs unmet and feelings unnamed.

But if I wish to live and be free, I must love those bent upon hating me. I can love you because I am freedom’s child—and so are you. We are the descendants of liberty, let’s be soldiers for freedom together.

I am a Captain, and as such, I order you to cast aside the defective lies that have blinded your heart’s eyes.

                                                       TAKE cover


I am tossing incendiary love grenades and blasting deference into hatred’s army.

                                will you join me?

                                                                    freedom is a long journey…

I was commissioned by fate
to explore the indomitable

Incidentally, I became acquainted with love

I wish to share my discovery
with colonized minds   

When baby white patriarchy was growing up in Europe, he decided that he wanted to cultivate the world. I suppose one virgin continent was too small a colony.

After ravaging the womb of Africa, he denied his enslaved children. It wasn’t until Amerika’s British mother dared to summon him back to boyhood when he cunningly made the Africans forget their mother. The Amerikan Revolution was a ploy to erase all memory of home.

Africa, a black woman, is the body of her children. When her children were taken away from their home, their minds were confused. They had to learn a foreign language. They had to forget all that was their history, including themselves. The bible was used to teach Africans the English language, and to tell them of a white male god that will free them—one day. This was the language of Amerika’s father, England.

Once the Amerikan Revolution had gained its independence, Amerika was now a free boy. However, he still needed to amass enough wealth to overpower his father. Therefore, the enslavement of Africans was necessary for his puberty. Once Amerika was a rich and powerful nation, an adult male, he accepted his bastard children. After the Emancipation of Proclamation of enslaved Africans, they were Negro-Amerikans.

Due to enslavement, Africans no longer knew their motherland or their language. Their body and mind were not their own. When the children of Africa took the name of their rapist father, Amerika believed that he could cultivate more continents.  

If the child of love mistakes itself to be the child of ego, there is no end for this earth.

Once a son takes the name of his father, they are of the same blood. This union is one of Trinity. It’s the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is the fruit of the earth—the children of Africa. When they call Amerika their father, they disown their mother—the source of love and life.

In the absence of love, children will believe anyone to be their father. In the mother’s absence, the ego will masturbate or rape. This is compulsory for the ego must procreate to sustain its exaggerated masculinity.

We understand the ego as White Patriarchy, and procreation is Economics.

And because men have been taught to become greater than their fathers, Amerika wanted to outproduce his father by industrializing the world. In the past, the earth has been raped for cotton.

In the present, the Earth is perpetually raped; however, Amerika decided to anthropomorphize his whiteness into a corporation, and his masculinity into the military—to match the size of the world.  

The corporation and the military masturbate by having workers and soldiers produce products that produce money. If money is semen, the product must be an orgasm, and labor would be sex.

There is only one white man fucking all of Mother’s daughterly continents. Why is his power absolute?

I had wondered why our economic system was unsustainable. If capitalism has the sexual appetite of an egotistical misogynistic white male, we might soon be living on a carcass. 

Might this be when God frees his children? Will God find another womanly world to seduce? Is his salvation our planetary annihilation?