I do not know what to do
when people try to talk to me about

god or God,

Jesus and Mohammed,
the other homeboys too.

All the different variations
of the same old story

Attempts to intrude these beliefs,
I see one-sided histories

preaching systems of oppression
as faith in bedtime stories.

Biographies written by mothers
strict,  impervious widows

They have a place to save but
too many places to hurt.

No difference to accept
unwavering influence of

Opinion, status, grace and hate
taking pleasure in the booty,

treasure-hunting pirates
conquer to only conquer.