Black Poetry : Imagine

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by daroc, Jan 6, 2011.

  1. daroc

    daroc Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    May 16, 2004
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    Imagine getting the phone call that everything has changed
    Imagine feeling you are reliving whips and chains
    Imagine thinking everything in life pays
    Imagine miSsing birthdays and your own parties for arraignment
    Imagine never touching your newborn twins hands
    Imagine loving three sons you never planned
    Imagine not knowing when you will see a real bed again
    Worrying about sentencing,reality,business, and family
    Imagine traveling the states in a way you never envisioned
    Transferring from facility to facility
    Networking from the inside like your making moves out
    Imagine still being on top even when everyone says otherwise
    People wearing shirts saying free you
    Missing you, like they mourning you
    Imagine being smarter than your wise mentors
    Knowledge prior to trial and tribulations
    Read all those books before you made this bed you're laying in
    48 laws of powerful reminders
    Imagine still being a parent
    Checking in on meals, activities and engagements
    First days of school
    Hearing "I wuv you" for the first time
    Silly laughs, giggles and miss you's from children you never seen
    Imagine adapting to everything foreign yet familiar
    Since this isn't your first time
    Imagine reliving your denials, replaying your moves
    consciously playing chess
    Risking pawns for the king
    Everyday is a game of strategy
    Imagine sleeping on the top bunk for years
    Straight climbing over dudes
    Physically and metaphorically
    Grinding in baby steps, learning to walk through
    Imagine living among strangers
    Who now become your family of goons
    At any moment it could all be over for someone
    Humanity is temporary
    The end always comes soon.
    Imagine your only way of communicating is with words
    Spoken truths of your reality that soon should have been over a while ago
    What happens when you don't feel like writing?
    Who will know your joys and pains?
    Imagine you've lived off quality cuisine for years
    Now you're shifted like cattle
    Meals are never cooked fully
    Barely seasoned
    And your body rejects everything.
    How would you survive?
    Imagine bathing in a common area
    All eyes on you pretty boy
    Who is tough now?
    But what happens when you are homesick?
    Imagine you haven't seen a familiar face in months
    Or what it feels like to hug a loved one
    What is familiarity when everything is temporary?
    Imagine your freedom is all just a state of being
    Powered by your mind
    The art of war then becomes internal
    Balancing yourself within yourself
    Are you ready to face the mirror?
    Imagine existing,
    Making it.
    Imagine this is you.
    Your loved one.
    Your kin.
    Imagine this is the story of one.
    But the life of many.
    Reality is real.
    Don't imagine.
  2. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    Jan 14, 2003
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    The Lone-Star State
    What to make of all of this imagination and the intention derived from it.

    Keep it real your own way.

    Thanks for sharing.
  3. Randee

    Randee Well-Known Member MEMBER

    Jul 31, 2003
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    Albany, NY
    Imagine your heart lies outside
    the walls and bars and chains
    cuz inside you aint feeling nothing
    but cold and steel and pain
    imagine you can hold it together
    hard enough to not shed tears
    i guarantee that outside
    your woman cries oceans for every year.
    Imagine your queen suffering,
    holding out a year or two aint nothing
    but a life is something else
    its only us few who can stand being the wife
    imagine your lil ones growing
    without your strength and words and eyes
    without a lil base in a vioce
    young ones act unwise
    imagine fifteen years later
    the devastation that occurs
    when you look over at the younging next to you
    to find a child that's yours