My People

Pablo "Petey Rilla" Barillas is from Boyle Heights, Los Angeles. He pursues a degree in the Liberal Arts. And through his poetry, he dreams.

"My People"

My people were raped, tortured and murdered 
When all we wanted was to escape the terror, live better & move forward 
Now my people face deportation 
Their children fear discrimination 
The reverend seeks salvation
While satan runs this nation 
This world faces annihilation 
You give my People Hell
I give them help
From this day 'till forever
I will no longer pretend to cage in my passion ever again
No longer am I calm in meditation
Me & my people are stronger in formation
I volunteer myself as the martyr for his assassination during the inauguration 
Without fear of incarceration because there's a pardon waiting for me from the next presidential election's nomination 
Let's steer clear from this nation's backwards direction
Let us feel the tears from our children's upside down expressions
Let us not deny them the right to an education
On a mission for progression
4 all these many a reasons
Me & my people ar'n't freazin' nor leavin' / 4 our achievement is impeachment
Me & my people riot opposite of quiet in desperation against the system's repression 
Until our destination is free from oppression.
My people are equal
My people defeat the deceitful and evil
Today my people shall protest the POTUS for justice so peaceful 
Today's tomorrow is promised a sequel 
Today my people shall fly like eagles

"untitled"

I.

"This ancient world is close to it's inevitable end
Ironic, it's still not ready for what I've bottled in

My mind, I spin it
My life, I'll end it
When time ends, I'm finished
'Till my ends are tied, I'll spit it
& regurgitate & replace the hate that I accept to embrace and intake 
And use as my tool to fuel & stimulate the unsafe mental state of my fate
I Pray it ain't too late 
Into a dark place I go 
when i reminisce &replace my place in space
& retrace & put my eyes & views into the shoes of the young black youth 
whom where shot dead with no proof by the crew in blue
The bitch cops with loose Glocks whom were sworn in to serve &protect you
But laugh as moms cryin' / wishin' / prayin' for Christ to resurrect you
Without warning they swarm in / attack & disrespect you
They press the issue & force the tissue
When I speak, it's some untouchable shit
When I speak, it's some uncomfortable shit
When I speak, it's some subtle shit
I want to teach the kids
I want to reach their sins
So I allow my vitals to channel my idols 
And I preach through them
I reflect on the unjust cause
I'll dissect religion / & question if there's a God
When it's all said &done &I'm gone
Our only belief in the meaning above
Should be believing in Love

II.

The Spanish raped salvation
The enslaved, our brave, built this nation's foundation
Emancipation brought liberation to art and self-identification 
Segregation separated our destinations
This is for Du Bois
Who made noise
For Marcus Garvey
Who followed his heart, 'till it proved too deadly
Baraka, Amiri
Your identity reached the pinnacles of infinity
Welcomed to what was next
Thanks to Malcolm X
This is for Martin Luthor
Only he foresaw my future 
This is for Sojourner Truth
Who's soul burns through us 2
May the heart of Trayvon
4ever carry on
Hold my hands 4 Sandra Bland
This is 4 Phillando 
the head honcho, commando
This is 4 Mike Brown
4ever Space Bound


This 4 all y'all
'Till the wheels fall off

 But freedom...freedom is still a distant imagination
An undeciphered translation"

Video Edited by: Leonardo Rodriguez