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Life with Poetry

By RVB

Your life is the story that I have been looking for,
that voice and vision in which makes me see you in me.

Day after day, year after year
dying to be free, and then you appear
so beautifully expressing the meaning
of divine unity.

Alphabets merging together
to reveal what it meant to be one with creation,
articulating a humanity with a purpose
to love without meets or bounds.

Finally feeling like I’m part of the tree,
from the roots,
branches and leaves,
yes, a breath of fresh air immaterial society.

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Dead

By RM

I have never been on this road before
Upon which I cannot advance anymore
There are no roads to the right of me
There are no roads to the left of me
Only
Massive mountainous formation of concrete
200 feet on both sides of me
Furthermore…
When I look behind me
There is no road behind me, “no more”
I am at a complete stop…. Boxed!
With no foreseeable options but to
Stays & wait & pray & have faith
That this is not my end
Absolutely imprisoned in
This final road I chose, not knowing
It would lead to a dead end.

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My Children

By DP

Daddy is here for you and it might not be in the flesh
I pray everyday life will offer you its best
You might can’t see me but I know you feel my presence
Love has no boundary and my love is endless
Take my comfort and use it as your shield
My children, loving is the only way my aching heart will heal
Searching for the right words to ease my hurt
I cherish the day I witness your birth.
Don’t ever think I ran away
Daddy obligated to a debt that he must pay
I hold on dearly to your first steps and very 1st words “Dad Dad”
I wish I could hug you so our souls could merge
Sorry for my absence so please don’t be mad
I carry you in my heart now that’s a father bag
Gotta make up and fill in the blanks
Just a little stumbling block got in the way

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Untitled

By AL

Melissa Perez. Say her name!
Daniel Garcia. Say his name!

Come on America, how many more loved ones must we lose to the sound a gun makes?
How much more can one society take?

Do we not see that we are our own worst enemy?
How many more must die before we implement a remedy?

Guns or our loved ones,that is the question we all must face,
because we are losing our future leaders at a fast pace.

Say the names of those lost to senseless gun violence,
and pray for those who have the power to change things,
but chose the option of silence.

Let not the lives lost be in vain,
and pray constantly for America,
asking God to ease the pain.

*Rest In Power to the lost to gun violence.

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Kyla You Love Me Don’t You?

By JS

Kyla you love me don’t you?

Angela said “if they came for
You in the evening then they
Came for me in the morning”

But that was just a warning!

Florence, Assata, Betty, Winni &
Wanda taught me the 1st act
Of revolt is love when they
Wrapped their arms and
That this country is so sick
Instead of putting out the fires
They would rather break the
Alarms.

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P.O.M.E (Product of My Environment)

By ZF

I from where what you see is what you get
most things I’ve seen I want to forget
But I’ll remember this forever!
Sunny shining and it’s still bad weather
Think it’s a dream but it’s a living nightmare
growing up in the hood made me want to get out of there
But it’s hard to get out of the trap!!
It’s a set up to end up dead or in the system
Most people are either suspects or a victim
Some took another route and beat the odds
They learned how to play their cards
Even when dealt a bad hand
At a early age I was turned into a man
Everything that I went through made me who I AM

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Muteness

By KR

America
For over half
of my natural existence
in this world
I’ve lingered
In sullen silence
Slowly withering away
like a dandelion without water
Battling the cruelty
of solitary confinement
Which equates
to a sophisticated form
of no-touch torture
and subliminal violence
But simply because I occupy
this small confined space
in repressed silence
doesn’t mean I don’t have
anything to say
about this inhumane fashion
of psychological abuse
you continue to force
me to embrace….
Muteness.

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Comfort

By CD

A wounded soul,
A broken heart,
A battle for mental repairment.

I compare your tone with the look in your eyes,
To your embrace which states explicitly in utter silence.
You do not have to speak for fatigue rules,
The contour of your body’s aura, for you had personified importantly in principle.

It’s still there beneath your skin?
Strength and truth!
Comfort and power!
Fire that burns your drive!
The elegance of your character,
Think of the air you breathe?

A FRESH START

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Balanta

By JS

Fred
George, Malcolm, & Che

Have been my guiding light
As my world turns.

Sitting in the same cages
They sat in before me
Reading the words they left
But connected to them through
Shared suffering pain & anger
As my soul burns.

Rather die on my feet than
Live on my knees!
But talk like that could find
You somewhere on a nice night
Swinging from trees,
With your head bent high
Shoe laces undone catching
The breeze.

Or being shot to death in your
Bed with your pregnant woman while
The enemy yells “freeze?”
But I’m asleep!
God you love me don’t you?

I wept when I read that!

But those are tears we’ll all
Get a chance to cry.
I just pray that’s not a
Death I ever get a chance to
Die
Jesus you love me don’t you?

There’s an evolution to revolution
One that he’s in the perception of the oppression

Malcolm showed me that clarity
Comes with severity

Big emotions! Loud voices
Big impact can come from small
Choices.

Martin took strength from
Gandhi & the Bible
Mandela and Sundiata spoke of
Something more tribal.

Seeing the best parts of me
Go with their death

Following the prints they left
In the sand allows me to speak
With their breath

Kyla, you love me don’t you?
To be well read, is to be
Well fed & without the lessons
Of my teachers I would
Be, well ????? DEAD

And sincere thanks to Briscoe
Bush Woods and the Washington-El’s
For arming me with these guiding
Lights every time I stepped foot in
Your cells.

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On the Rise

By RW

On the rise,
Heat intensify,
A life that goes by,
Eyes that long to cry,
A love that lurks a pain that grows inside,
A mental that don’t forget
Erase the past for a future that don’t exist,
On the rise,
Trading the truth for lies,
A ghost that’s not seen or heard,
Not one worrd
Gone in the wind,
Give you chills,
You feel the breeze,
Somebody rescue me,
On the rise,
Water that moves rocks,
An ocean with no waves,
Gray clouds with no rain
A smile that breeds pain.

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My Perfect World

By MZ

In my perfect world, there wouldn’t be a child without two parents

My perfect world would consist of free college education to those who seek it

In my perfect world no one would be homeless or go hungry

Only love, joy, respect, peace, and happiness would be allowed in my perfect world

Jealousy, hate, envy, liars, cheaters, and thieves wouldn’t be in the human traits in my world of perfection

Uplifting one another and spreading positive vibes on a daily basis would be the model in my perfect world

Killing, drug dealing, gang banging, and mass incarceration wouldn’t even be known in my perfect world

Racism, sexism, and police brutality wouldn’t exist nowhere on my planet perfection

I often dream about a perfect world like this, hoping one day that these things would become my reality (wishful thinking, huh?)

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Dear Baby Girl

By AHA

Never did I mean to
Leave you in such a cold world.
Where fathers are lack of,
Due to death or just dead
Beat dads, without a care in
The world, or better yet, incarceration
Which in all is sad.
The other two I mention
Are only in some cases,
But in all three was due
To bad choices and decision
Making.
Caught up in a life of
Amusement, also without a care
In the world which now hurts me
Deeply to see how I left my baby girl,
Days have gone and years
Have flown by, and now I just
Wait my chance for Allah to reunite
Me with you to be by your side
They say it’s hard to forgive
But is it really? But I know
A person never forgets, but I
Pray throughout all the struggles
And heartache that I’m forgiven,
And that you will still love me plenty…

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