Inmate #28301-035,
Another nameless, faceless criminal taken off the streets
within the skip of a hearts beat
Another shameless, brainless hazard to society
Locked up behind bars, for no less than 25 years
To protect the "righteous" members of this community
To keep him away from u and me
Inmate #28301-035, another man walking through the halls of this prison complexity
Another violent offender, another one resisting arrest
Another one refusing to surrender, another plea of innocence
Obviously a lie, no matter how hard he fights and insists
Another one chasing his aspirations, chasing the American dream
Another street corner celebrity with mad street credibility because of a family history of inherited criminality
Inmate # 28301-035, another young black man working on these concrete cotton fields for free
Another American chain gang shackle, another victim of modern day slavery
Another young black king convicted for the darkness of his skin
For the poorness of his wealth, for his mental health, for the prejudice about his kin
Inmate #28301-035, another one sharing a tiny cell
Dividing the crowded space, forced to live with men he can't stand well
He's gotten used to the noise, the struggle, the violence, the putrid smell...of fear...and uncertainty
He used his voice, he tried to reach out, he can't stand this living hell, that has no purgatory
The courts don't care, the warden don't care, the CO's couldn't care less
He's on his own, his family rolled out,
He hasn't seen his son in too long, his life became one big mess, that was once promising and blessed
All there's left now is state issued rags, a pencil, his thoughts and his address, while he sits and prays by his mattress
Once again he's a paper chaser, who is fighting to stay alive to fulfill the dream he sought
Commissionary is too expensive, no money's coming in
So he tries his luck in gambling and hustling, becomes a prison style money maker
A beast among the animals in this struggle for life, doing his own time on his half acre..... of hell
What once was love is not the past, hatred feeds the hater and his lost soul dwells
Inmate #28301-035, u can see through it and reach through it but u can't walk out that threshold
U can't use the phone, u can't use the shower, only one plate at lunch, there's never room for 'I want more' or 'my food is too cold'
In the belly of the beast the dragon pleas to be unleashed
To be released into the crease this paradise of demons, so he can enjoy a century of war.
However the police that wrongfully accused him, are still out there probably smiling underneath, because they are the real theives by stealing a life while not accepting defeat
But u are not forgotten, u are not another statistic, u are not alone
Ur bloodrelated relatives are gone, their dedication to forget u is full grown
They'll remember u when u reclaim ur throne, not realizing ur heart has turned into stone
But in the madness of hell, heaven was sent to ur cell
An upside down smell, on the outside of a paradise dwells
A promise of eternity, tranquility, society's respectability and family stability
Could the complexity of this mystery turn the promise of true love into a futile ability.
Even though you are still a tormented member of this penal facility?
Inmate #28301-035, inmate in this system of reformation
Consciously forgotten by a nation, thinking they can force upon u criminal salvation
On this 2010 slavery plantation, the people ignored the mental picture's deformation
Young black king in this society within a society
A demostration of impropriety and notoriety
Inmate#28301-035, is now your identification, ur confirmation of ur criminal mentality,
who takes on many facets of a brother, husband, and a pillar of strength in this struggle's variety
Inmate #28301-035, I love u with all my heart and I wanted to say...
"Ok, inmate #28301-035 visiting hours are over for today, go back to your cell"
Damn......
Inmate #28301-035
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DEEP Frat! I loved it. *Snapping FingerZ*
ReplyDeleteDeep! Your words carry the truth, however painful it may be; the truth none-the-less. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThis was a deep work. I enjoyed reading this...the words escape me right now, but simply put deep and truthful
ReplyDeleteveryn deep and powerful. it reminded me of a poem I saw on brave new voices, they were speaking on the killings on the Chicago streets and how the people were nameless and they were putting names to them, it was performed by maybe four poets very good and this one was again very deep and meaningful. In a sense something here makes me want to get more description, but then again the lack of visual connection makes the poem that good
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