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a bugs life

May 13, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if i could speak
id tell you
dont bug me
bug off!
im not trying to bother you
im just being me
thats all i can be
being who, and what
i was designed to be
my purpose is no less
because i cant speak
because you think im weak
my purpose is no less
because you can swat at,
and step on me
because you are bigger
and more powerful than I am
we have the same source!
i am beautiful too
i even got a few wives
and baby mama drama
but i let them and my kids be
i dont bug them
why cant you give me the same courtesy
your life would be a lot different if i werent around
you just cant see it yet
but if you keep messing around
one day you’ll see
and by that time
it may be too late
you cant see what you do not appreciate
you cant take back a life you kill
though my body my paint the soles of your shoe
i still have a soul too
and my life matters as well
i feel you minorities
my black people and natives
my hispanics and asians
hell, even my women!
well until yaw start killing us!
perpetuating the cycle
where does it stop?
all life matters right?
or is killing and destruction,
just human nature?
but i get it, i see where you coming from
we all see
monkey see, monkey do
when you spend a lifetime
feeling so small
you look for anything to step on
to prop yourself up
as to not forever feel like the least
and lowest forms of life
i almost would embrace your swat
or shoe
if i didnt care for my own life as well
and if i ever stung or bit you
man i was just fighting fire with fire
so you would know that i am here
and i exist as well
i needed you to respect that
can you dig that?
because when we swarm or protest
fighting for our right to live
and to not be bothered
protecting our lives
yaw get all up in arms
throwing chemicals at us as well
to get us to disperse
but we cant go to jail
there is no equal medium
so we give our all in our fight
because its all we have to give
so its all or nothing
im telling you,
i get it
so get me, too

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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