Black Poetry : 3 Hots And A Cot

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  1. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    He became an institutional
    icon / been in the pen for
    3 years now / been trapped
    in his mind for 21 years now
    18 years physically free /
    mentally enslaved by CONditions
    to his existence
    hE gOT 3 hOTS anD A cOT
    to show hiM this was home
    AFter he starved while
    existing on the outside
    homeless nomadic travelling
    robbing to eat / at age 3 daddy
    Molested him / at age 5 momma
    went on a drug trip...took all
    her bags and stayed...gone
    'til he found her playing
    hide and seek six feet deep
    with no roses / but he could
    count the dandelions that
    outlined her broken spirit
    He buried his emotions that
    day next to her so he could say
    goodbye....

    he became comatose sleeping
    while he was walking laughing
    to fake it getting high to make it
    to another day that brought the rain
    of mental gang bangs cause
    he was the wrong color....he was trapped
    into "i wish I was white" as if tragedy
    was "a black thang" so he deflected
    his reflections off of his pupils so
    he no longer could see himself
    ...a living disease he dubbed himself
    and killed other brothers because that
    was what "die-seases" do...kill

    Novacaine expressions painted his
    face numbed him to reality / de
    sin setizing him to death / exhaling
    bullets that were marauders
    stealing lives / and leaving the CONtraband
    on the CONcrete...

    His fingers to touch another day
    were smashed by the gavel
    and he swallowed life imprisonment
    as if it were dessert
    he knew no longer would
    he be homeless and hungry
    he's got "3 hots and a cot"
    and no mirror.....
    the seeing cannot see
    what the mind will not draw
    on the canvas of self...

    but he has 3 hots and cot
    the most home he's had
    since the womb...

    (c)2001 blakverb
     
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    Afridancr Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    you've done it again blak

    this was real!! I'm disheartened by this painful reality. I pray for the men and women who suffer from this way of life.

    It is poetry such as this that reminds me that my life could've been much worse than it was.

    Thank you
    :heart:
    Afri
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    I TOTALLY SECOND THAT !!!
    AFRI SAID IT
     
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    Brilliant

    portrayal of too many of our brothas ~ our people

    ....real, down to the last sad truth about the comforts of the only home they've known... this reminds me of a facility I once taught in. I watched them come and go, and return, only to graduate to the pen for life.


    You keep coming widit Blak! Scribe, my brotha!


    a
     
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    rejection of self is a tragedy...

    it's sad to see so many bruthaz killing others...trying to find a cure for the disease that burns at their soul...so they continue to ravish community after community, destroying unity before arriving at their final destination. LIFE.

    TRUTH, Blak
    you always bring it.
     
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