They dooo…
They think
they doooo…
You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…
like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…
Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.
Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…
“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “
Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!
Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!
You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!
Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!
Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…
I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..
So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….
These issues with
in me.
Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…
O ya…
I forgot…
Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…
Only!
My mind
Is…
Mostly out of
Order………
I never asked for
A pity party ………
Anxiety
Salt and Mud
You left me stranded
So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s
Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls
Lodged
In house furniture
Sold out slugs
Copper tops tree top
Pirus
Cookie cutters
My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters
Like he
Had a speech
Impediment
Thats just Blood
edicate
Raised hell
A bit
To intelligent
In a cell a bit
Letters never
Sent never
Touched
like
They were
Celabate
You
Never sent
A letter back
The child
That was once
Beaten blue
Brused for
For nothing
By you
Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”
Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson
So
I stay absent
Like you
Birddy Canary
I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
Good old H.R -40
Happy happy positive day everybody!π
Naw fuck all that shit it’s time for A fucking reality check nigga……..
(((WARNING WARNING!!)))
(((THIS WILL BE SAID IN ALL CAPS!))
FUCK ALL THIS BLACK OUT DAY BULLSHIT!
OTHER RACES (NON BLACK)!
MAKEING STATEMENTS AND MEMES THEY SEE BUT NO NOTHING ABOUT!
I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!
SO DONT GET IT FUCKED UP LIKE IM GOING ON A RAMPAGE!
AND EVEN THE BAND WAGON PEOPLE…
(ITS THE NEW HIP THING TO DO….!) TYPE PEOLE!
THATS LOVE TO!
BUT IF YOU REALLY LOVE!
IF YOU REALY WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE ARE PEOPLES SUFFERING TO THE FULLEST EXTENT.
HELP JOIN A PETITION OR SOME SHIT.
ON GETTING REPERATION FOR THE SINS THAT DIVIDED OUR ANCESTORS FAMILY’S!
DESTROYED OUR BLACK ANCESTORS LIVES AND CULTURE AND SOLD OFF LIKE CATTLE!
FREEDOM FIGHTERS LETS MAKE ITβββββββββββ!
IT DONT MATTER WHAT RACE COLOR OR RELIGIOUS BACK GROWN YOU GOT!
IF YOU BELIEVE IN A GOD AND PRAY!
THEN THATS EVEN MORE OF A PROBLEM IF YOU DONT WANT TO HELP US OUT!
IF YOU CARE ABOUT BLACK LIVES MATTERING!
HELP US TAKE BACK WHAT WE DESERVE!
REPARATIONS FOR OUR BLACK PEOPLE!
TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT!
I DONT DO NONE OF THIS SHIT FOR LIKES AND FOLLOWERS!
OR FOR OTHER MEANS OF WANTING ATTENTION!
THIS IS A MATTER OF TRUE JUSTICE IN ((FROM THE SINS OF AMERICA))
(((BUT UNDER STAND THIS!.
IF YOU SYMPATHIZERS REALLY CARE!
ABOUT THE UNJUST BULLSHIT MY PEOPLE HAVE DELT WITH!
FOR HUNDREDS OF UNTELIVISED YEARS!)))
PLEASE I ASK!
HELP JOIN US TO PASS THE BILL FOR REPORATIONS!!
IF YOU DONT NO WHAT REPARATIONS FOR BLACKS MEAN, GOOGLE IT!
IF BLACK LIVES MATTER TO YOU THEN WAKE UP AND HELP OUT!!
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This has been approved by the (negro struggling associations of America)
In association wit (you owned us so you owe us ENT)
If you understand me then share this with friends and enimes!
“Why We Shoot Back”
Insanity…….
10 yr old grown men….
10yrs later…
10 become ten men…
10 out of 10, only 4 of them left..
10 year to life, some in prison for…
10 years dead or…
10 years in the feds…
4 of those 10 are left…
Those 4 even did time in prison…
For crimes they didn’t even commit…
Set up by police so it’s nothing to
Shoot back at them, before they kill
Us.
Can’t go no where, poverty issues so my family stuck.
Continuing to live life like no human being would ever want….
Never want…
As I yelled out!
“FUCKING KILL ME! I AINT GOT
SHIT TO LOSE!”
Shot down from the head, to the shoes, no one would even give a damn over lives we’d lose.
Only God knows the pain….
Of a short fuse…
As electricity cracks in the rain….
Leaving the brain to forever sink in blues…
You Can’t Send Trauma To The North
Any questions?
Nobody?
Good!
I don’t care……
I really don’t…
I’m on a conference call
With a cannibal.
One who eats balled up pens and paper phone calls to those upstate universitys.
Sending kites out to stop some unlawful assassination or assault on another faction in place.
Pace stopped now pacing slower, solar powered by some sunlight on some so called heroic…
I’ve been chosen again to raise my hand…
I had a decoy in my place my class mates told on me telling my teacher that I wasn’t present.
To a bench warrant, maybe if I’ve called out. Hell no! I ain’t going back into a trap like a rodent! They can’t steal my freedom again!
All praises due! Even the most high knows it’s true.
A drunken banshee kissed the chamber of the wrong rifle men. The front page was extinguished…
Well… The news… I’m not even going to start mentioning. Tripping that tricky mage into outer space… Burning like white sage always staying close to a bounty…
Fuck the City and the County………….
In slow motion………………
Straight Up Depression
The original copy of. The mental pistol whipped in the head. Hairline fractured softly.
Do I want to live?
Do I want to die?
Die in this!
Pointless!
Pointless!
Errors birth right!
Sick riiiggghhhttt…………………
Driving my truck in stuck. Parked got out to walk into traffic. A post mortem morgage that I cant pay no longer. I don’t bother…
Aginst the wall upside-down, down and down. No following in may as well. Suggestions onΒ what you think I need to do. Pushing on makes me want to kill myself more. There is a deep, deep place of peace in me..
Self burning down the past, present and future. Along with a picture of me smiling. After my fifth grade graduation. Bad times early! Left broken blood vessels! outside and on a child’s woes vessels!
Toes wiggling less from the rope manufactured. While legs keep dangling. No one heard me fall… Everyone was there.
No love…
No job…
Not Christian…
More criticism…
Mind of hatred…
Heart full of doubt…
Hatian blood…
Ex con…
Please never ask me about my family!
Sick…
Needing a hug…
Maybe a for head kiss…
No education…
High risk…
No sence…
No one gives…
They take with a smile…
Using love to lurer me in…
Do I look like a small child?!
Fuck love…
Fuck you…
Fuck him…
My boots float on top of brackish water in the lake. Low life welfare, project, section 8 peace of shit! Sticking around for why… Eating the same shit! Seeing the same kind of killings! Shoot outs on the strip! Everybody struggling just to eat and make rent! Looking into the eyes of a kid saying……
“He’s going to become a killer one day…”
“I hope love finds him some day…”
“No one in the childs house all day…”
“Will he just take his life one day…?”
“Sorry kid…”
I just don’t have the money. Fuck am I living for. When all my eyes see is ugly
Lifes great ain’t it…………
Love Is Dead
These are two halves now and it will never be a whole again. Kill us both! Trying in desperation to make things work. The two opposites are just to alike. Truth is…
Splitting hairs before they break off is the most painful in clipping ends. A lot of beer cans and liquor bottles turned upside down in those old times. Empty hearted I think was the name of the liquor.
Not knowing where to start or how to finish anything that you were use to. The truth is the truth. I just wanted to be killed in action. Not knowing that I was already dead. From the heart shaped glass dropped napalm into fractures. Breaking into sad smaller fractions. Sad never evaporated it just stayed lingering.
Pieces of me everywhere to point a thousand fingers. Seeing the darkness in what use to be my reclining chair. Promising myself in the mirror that this will never be repeated again.
I’d rather be killed in a long stand off with federal government agents. Praying…. Asking God to take me away from this pain of this pain.
Slow death and a closed casket please…
Be Gone You Soul Killer
I remember now.
I rearranged my room.
I couldn’t resist seeing my bed empty.
I told you to leave and don’t look back.
I am a wreck.
I can still hear your voice.
A Friday night disagreement.
I finely chopped the chain to my future’s anchor.
I was depressed for some years.
Don’t you cry.
Never live under someone’s shoes to be broken.
You left that dark colored hoodie.
I want my life back.
Never ever let a black cat sleep in your mind.
12/16
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