Freedom 50
We knew it was coming
that feeling
as your stomach and heart drops
stops
as the specter of Jim Crow’s 400 years of
lynching’s
beatings
shackling
rises again
firing bullets into our women
who did nothing but be the best version of her?
she wasn’t exploiting the system
exploiting children
exploiting herself
just contributing to the positive embers of
society
now she’s not with us
Law Enforcement which no one trusts
embolden by a system seeded in hate a must
that never works for us
against everyone of color (us)
The hired Klan sworn to protect and serve
another dose of poison we don’t deserve
we’re tired of this learning curve
their math
32 shots + 3 officers = 1 dead
but the walls got justice
so, did her neighbors
Our ancestors continue to watch in horror
we’re trying to represent them with honor
seems as if our lives are not worth a dollar
prejudice will not retire
those hoods are easy to hire
as each martyr’s death should inspire
the streets are buckling under the weight of the protest
of course, no one seems to know what’s best
demons will never confess
sorry is never near
every aspect of our existence is bathed in fear
a Motown Anthem would make it clear
justice is blind and continues to disrespect us
injustice can see and still kills us
no justice is where Jim Crow wants us
somewhere, somehow, some way
we will get us…some
Freedom
say her name
Breonna Taylor
Freedom 51
Water or piss
as I walk out the steel enforced door towards the sunlight
with a puddle under her
confer
I didn’t want to waste the mental
excursion
on another sad soul who now treats society as a
toilet
forget
the pandemic but these lifeless embryos were already
destroying society
Who hasn’t seen piles where you wonder if that was a?
Dog
Do you try to desensitize yourself?
No point calling for help
Why does this bureaucracy allow this chaos?
No point calling for help
How do you clean our society up and restore it?
No point calling for help
When will we listen to Momma Nature?
No point calling for help
Where will the focus come from in everyone doing their part in being better?
No point calling for help
After working for decades with this mentality
I have concluded
no more psychological transfusion
disputed
Just
Freedom…Period…I’m calling for help
Freedom 52
The psychosis of a monster is attacking in her head
as she screams with permission’s love crying and asking to be dead
Early morning pilgrim on a dysfunctional street corner
cars and neighborhood Zombies move on ignoring her disorder
This screaming Sermon became a bitter testimony
sadly, no one could offer anything or nothing
The intensity of her yells bemoans as they belch out
some inquiry was just to verify without a doubt
The unfair air was crisp with fiery smoke
a mental photograph swim like sharks biting at folks screening a pitiful joke
She can’t cover up years of dirty neglect
a piss stained blanket mixed with mental illness and substance abuse got no respect
This profanity is not to encourage profane
it’s a cry for the levels of help that became insane
we can run from this phantom pretending there’s no need
harmonizing against the respect as you proceed
Truthfully, that could be anyone of us
which situation in your life do you trust?
Unfortunately, as we continue to see all of them
another tragic example of a soul begging for…
Freedom
Freedom 53
Nightmares start off as innocent dreams
nightmare’s anger burns hot, so it seems
his dreams can turn into a nightmare
but his mind’s eye is not aware, scared
If he’s trying to rhyme or reason
just to commit subconscious treason
his mouth can’t belch out an answer
rude speech no one brave can master
His soul was burned by the sunlight
those goals were lit by a dark moonlight
as his thoughts attacked his words
his war made him again sound absurd
Where does his non tomorrow begin?
those real yesterdays have some more sin
so, today he knew he couldn’t win
as he takes all the cannabis smoke in
His false starts, fast times were getting lost
he thought he was a boss without any cost
only this bureaucracy continues to sustain him
his mind’s democracy continues to abuse him
Now his life thesis is a sad joke
he can’t evaluate any form of hope
they wasted large portions of time on the worst of him
this ignorant ocean of drama won’t allow him to swim
As blind ambition is specific but needs no permission
his language of profanity is off course in transition
as the undercurrent of his truth affect poor decisions
Freedom
Freedom 54
A thunderstorm of knowledge I didn’t get
my washed-out mistrust of hope you will regret
the love we try to do is always suspect
Can’t get out of my own way
Clouds of mismanagement rain nothing
at least sunshine could offer something
all these days I burn out with nothing
Can’t get out of my own way
A mental shower will not cleanse me
my clear mind is smoked in misery
you would figure any non-soul believes
Can’t get out of my own way
Billows of foolishness create embers
not one thought is a chance to remember
Earth, Wind & Fire sang hits in September
Can’t get out of my own way
Someone will get a pen to page rage
my proof lives in a different cage
funny how you can’t achieve with no age
Can’t get out my own way
Freedom
Damn it
free me
Freedom 55
Everyday you open your eyes it’s your
birthday
I’ll preach it, teach it
can I examine every word that comes belching out?
your mouth
literally
trust me
really
The new dissertation you presented
has misrepresented
your muted objective
truth kills lie as another embryo
cries
The union was senseless
simply to fill a need
other methods could serve
instead of collecting seed
scenarios deserve
an outcome or don’t say
you’ll do better
please
you don’t know all 26 letters
there’s a word
subtle verb
adjective
sentence that will formulate
Freedom
free me
Freedom 56
This world forced him into a Pen to Page rage
he wanted his own pen name now he’s enraged
he’s running against another sad destiny today
but somehow, he’ll write to acquire to earn his stay
these creative nightmares make him crazy
those thunderstorms don’t accept him being lazy
almost sixty years of his ancestors’ clout
they said get out
Ol Big Momma on a defunct street corner
different embryos coming from somewhere
he must document so someone will care
now they’re wild weeds going nowhere
all we can do is be blind to their stare
just another police murder to happen any way
when will we start to make these monsters pay?
does our story count for a renewed hope anyway?
that voice says get out
She yells “I know this is their America”
it’s no longer the land of fantasy
tell them, teach them, help them
that my ancestors didn’t die for nothing
with a pen in hand he’ll say
in a hopeful way
freedom please
Ol Big Momma walking through the Hood
you spit at this generation
it’s not their fault they’re left to try
thoughts are imagination boiled in time
they screamed “save me”
his pen to page rage scribbled
get out
Ol Big Momma on the Project’s doorstep
did your Baby Daddy get out of jail yet?
she needs another stimulus check
keep praying there are safer bets
her dishearten voice shouts
“Lawd have mercy, my babies”
after 400 years of our ancestor’s doubt
they cried get out
She recounts “Where is our America?”
she was raped by treachery
better worry while overseeing this truth
his pen are eyes to a difficult curiosity
he’ll make them pay, declare his fame
one day, one way
freedom please
free me
Freedom 57
Sad snow melting in the ignorance of your
truth
sunshine is not tomorrow
a piece of today, two hours of yesterday
why did my ancestors try?
no more pain to buy
no weeds can bloom in promise…why
without a reason
dying season
causes nothing but emotional treason
Freedom is power not slavery
My miracle is the best version of me
it’s not a starburst only I can see
the empowerment is clean as an anti- sky
so many mothers have no more tears left to cry
this thesis will not abandon our pride
I need pursuit to swim between the lines
call me what you want: Negro, African American or Colored
those ancestors smile because I can’t rebuff it
I finally have a sense of voice
to manifest a different choice
Freedom is power not slavery
Your beginning is not my end
we all have repercussions to defend
I dated and married poetry
lifetime lover of destiny
that audience wants to speak
advocacy running over hot coals callusing feet
honoring sentences of forefathers
their unapologetic stance made them bother
my ambition will carry them further
your knowledge will make my story clearer
Freedom is power not slavery
free me
mercy