Momma’s Bleeding
This one started as Where Poets Go to Bleed — see below. But something changed—out there in the world, and in me. What began as a meditation on the artist’s role in dark times turned personal. Because it’s not just poets bleeding anymore.

It’s your momma.

It’s your neighbor. Your sister. The quiet one who raised you. The one who cooked while the news got louder. The one who paid attention when you didn’t.

This isn’t a metaphor. This is the moment when masked men come crashing through the door and you’re no longer wondering why—you’re wondering what the hell you’re going to do now.
This song wasn’t planned. It happened. It demanded to be written in the same voice I use when I’m scared, angry, and dead certain that silence will cost too much.
I don’t know if songs can stop what’s coming.

But they can damn sure name it. When Monica Moreta?Galarza was thrown to the ground like a rag doll by the police after an ICE raid, this song morphed into the truth…
And maybe that’s the first step toward stopping the bleeding; Stopping ICE from breaking down your door. One day you will realize what a time you have lived through…

Momma’s Bleeding
I don’t shave now in the morning
I’m afraid I’ll cut my throat
I see the blatant misery
and wonder how’d he get that vote
These aren’t brand new revelations
It’s time to admit he’ll sink our boat
[Verse 2]
They want to steal our country,
They send masked men in the dark
And we find that thugs are running
Running rampant across our hearts
There’s no one left to save you now
It’s time, to get up and do your part
[Chorus]
Because we all hear karma calling
In a world that’s come to be
A bunch of reckless howlers
selling fear that lives and breathes
This ain’t where you’ll find the answers,
this is where
Your momma
Your momma goes to bleed
[Verse 3]
The world is shifting faster
Than we can laugh and love and breathe
Like escalating chatter
Of chimps up in the trees
When men with masks and power
come crashing through your door
You’ll find the ones you love the most
lie shattered on the floor

[Chorus]
Because we all hear karma calling
In a world that’s come to be
Just a bunch of reckless howlers
selling fear that lives and breathes
This ain’t where you’ll find the answers,
this is where
Your momma
Your momma goes to bleed
[Outro]
This ain’t where you’ll find the answers,
this is where
Your momma
Your momma goes to bleed

The first version of this song:

Where Poets Go To Bleed
[Verse 1]
I don’t shave now in the morning
I’m afraid I’ll cut my throat
I see the oval office
and wonder how’d he get that vote
These aren’t hopes and revelations
It’s time to admit he’ll sink this boat

[Verse 2]
If you want to ruin a country,
just don’t fund the arts
You’ll find your delinquents running crazy
Crazy in the dark
Next you stop the funding
On all matters all matters of the heart

[Chorus]
Well we all hear karma calling
In a world that’s come to be
A bunch of reckless howlers
selling fear that lives and breathes
This ain’t where you’ll find the answers,
this is where
The poets go to bleed

[Verse 3]
But a movement is arising
And the people are at hand
Because pointless politicians are now playing’
Playing in the band
But the music that we’re hearing
Doesn’t come – come from the promised land

[Chorus]
Because we all hear karma calling
In a world that’s come to be
Just a bunch of reckless howlers
selling fear that lives and breathes
This ain’t where you’ll find the answers,
this is where
The poets go to bleed