cops
immune to presumed guilt
criminals
immune to presumed innocence
justice goes to the cuff’er
not the cuffed
now ain’t that some stuff!?!
prosecution-
a synonym of a sad hymn called
“persecution”
but when is enough, enough?
Mental Warfare
I ran into a barrier of some sort
falling down from the brunt impact
surprise and pain blended like a cocktail
by cause of reflex, I began rubbing at my smarting forehead
as if checking to see if it was still intact
composure slightly regained
and the ebb of collision waning
I began looking up, to my surprise
there was nothing there, but air
after standing up,
I walked towards the former point of impact
reaching out, unsure now
as if a perfectly clean glass sliding door faced me
and I an unknowing bird
insecure by the lesson learned,
of blunt impact
I couldn’t proceed any further
unable to feel a barrier, but my body just stopped
as others looked at me confused, obviously
they walked with ease beyond where I had been stuck
I then became a spectacle, and fears became realized
as what lied in front of me came into view
I was unable to get myself to step foot in the parking lot of my freedom
from beyond this prison structure
see, I was just recently released, so to speak
I was free
but my mind wasn’t
and my imprisoned mind wouldn’t allow me to gather or proceed
any further
until I released it as well
fear was my first prison
and the longest lasting one
what is freedom with fear, but a cycle
and my yesterdays were doomed to repeat themselves
for the first time, I’ll say it out loud
I’m ready freedom, release me fear
I don’t need you holding me back any further
there is much to more ahead to gain
with this new confidence awareness and drive,
I stepped foot in the parking lot
and the rest, will be history
A Country of Sharecroppers
who is the modern day slave?
not just one sentenced to structured captivity
because prison is encapsulated relativity
but the one that has been duped by his story
or knows not of their history
the slave has endured a psychological damage that has numbed their sensitivity
all things considered internal, does not always show visibly
because the modern day slave is still quite a specimen physically
but a closer look at their American history, as their memories begin to crest
all things said and denoted in jest
unknowing of the day ahead
and the days to come next
for duress
has been found in their flesh
whereas the slaves typical stress
is where a need for survival intersects
with governmental interests
and home is made into a traumatic nest
as their day begins and ends in the minds reflections of death
because in their American History
reigns a tyranny
on umbrellas of misery
and a name is made holiday
a day is made celebration
a place is made memorial
all in the aftermath of death-
where an unequal life is an apparent victory
remembering is constantly traumatic
forgetting is because of trauma
realizing is traumatic
ignoring is because of trauma
and avoidance is from the traumatized
adopting
re-associating
assimilating
and conforming are acts of TRAUMA
to acknowledge these things is traumatic
a form of mental slavery
that I can never shake
and has yet to be collectively shook
the chains have been chinked
where completely breaking has been on the brink
while still within them we shrink
the best action made on its behalf is the courage to think
on the pain unresolved as daily hope is a sea to which we sink
and die a thousand deaths before we blink
yes, slavery is more expansive than a plantation
it is an idea
a mentality
a system
a governance
and from generation to generation
its blood paved the roads we drive
erected the buildings we occupy
forming the economic pedestal Americans realize
and as far as it being abolished
extinct
reconciled
healed from
and forgotten
this is a far cry
the historian, Charles Drew said,
“you don’t have to be actively involved in the system to derive at least the psychological benefits of the system”
this country benefits from the system of slavery
and its victims do NOT
their country looks at their suffering like voyeurs
as they beg for what should be expected and owed
evicted from what should be owned and inherited
march and bleed for what should be a guarantee of all
and celebrate their holidays alone
no one idolizes dark skinned deaths that built this country
yet embrace the benefits with gusto
this land of law and order
crafty with its legal language and penmanship
with savvy quills and quips
never made it so slavery will no longer exist
but industrialized prisons so that it would persist
sharecroppers manage from a distance, so no one is around to admit
that if it walks like a duck, and talks like a duck, then the title fits
and THAT is the truth of this country
still being built in filth benefitting from ongoing slavery
American Matters of Fact
when justice and vengeance collide
which is most righteous I ponder
or might it just be, a matter of perspective?
hmm
and I question this so
because in the land of either, or
greater than’s and less than’s
conquered and conqueror
one must prevail in this domain
as if a gladiator fighting for both
life and freedom, as entertainment put on
by the Roman Empire
because the line between life giver
and life taker, is as thin
or obtuse, as the line imposed between
man and woman
the instinct is what lies between as the determiner
a killer instinct or one of reciprocity
albeit to say, I suppose this must be
as simple as a matter of power,
and suffice it to say, words matter
in the matter of the spoken and written language
the architecture of sentence structure are hence
measured with deliberate and keen scrutiny
there forth being used to scrutinize
but in that ability, I’ve gleaned this to be
a matter of position
with all the lore or folly we covet,
and glamorize the message
the ‘period’ or the final pause cementing the context
but as we all well know,
the messenger draws the glare.
to candidly say what we all think
or have thought in someplace and time
in some matter as a matter of fact
as far as the messenger and their impact
this is a matter of ski, hue matters
this is historically hysterical matter of fact
stains all matters, as a matter of fact
but when in Rome
as for all things America
fore these are American matters of fact
High Thoughts
to a person in prison. Let’s say
me. Viewing a person who thinks
highly of themselves
what a wonderful shell, to Crack!
bravado is faked or feigned in prison,
but whichever ‘f’ word bravado follows
it is a constant hard pill to swallow
yet it is earned
I know the line between thinking highly
of oneself is an ignorant pride in
the world. I know that line is as thin
as the fear that cracks it
In prison, thoughts of self are had, but
they are put to the test, and most
willingly give their bodies as the
ultimate price of how they see themselves
what tests have you weathered?
huh, Ms or Mr high and mighty
how did you earn this presence
that loosely flaunts vigorously?
would you suffer for your anecdotal
servings of pride? would you sacrifice
every comfort for your right to be seen
and titled as you believe yourself to be
in the face of fear and self-preservation, who
are you anyway? who is any of us?
do you even know? do you wanna find out?
even in prison there are the meek
those aren’t weak men, but men who have
already proved all there is to prove
whom rather be within themselves
not imposed upon everyone else
bring your chin down a notch
you’ll still be seen
Omni
Be who you are, not who you think
expand and you will see who I see
I don’t always see you
but do you ever
if you do, why do you not stay
in the light, seeing all of you
parts make up a whole
but the whole can never be parted
I challenge you, see more
so I too, can follow behind you
and see myself
knowledge is only the start
it was first
knowledge applied is the incarnation of life
so living must be an act of wisdom
though experienced and reserved only for the wise
something in you said “go,
and become”
for you never left
you only expanded
do not fear expansion
become truth,
boundless and all
knowing, found in one’s survival
wisdom, found in all which exists
life, the center of the two
live.