Black Poetry : Reflections from A Cell

abstract219

...standing on the shoulders of giants
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"Enjoy your trip!"
the sheriff said as they
led me from the courtroom
"Enjoy your trip!"
...the sheriff said
as I was manacled to the floor
of the iron bus..
now with a different type of bling.
The chains I wore on the block
And the chains I wear now
Are strangely similar.
Bondage, they both speak.
My machismo, my integrity challenged
my will gets weak,
each time they say
"Drop em..spread ya cheeks"


How did I end up here?
All I wanted to do was
...represent my block
...watch the young boys clock
...pick up the drop
...get my cut off the top
To watch and laugh as they stomp a elder
who wants a refund.

In the absence of normal stimuli,
delerious... from sheer boredom,
the mind invents games...
The exact number of steps I take
before hitting the showers,
137.
the number of bricks in my cell wall
29.
The difference in sound
between a man getting beat
and a man getting raped.
So familiar with rats, I give them names.
The jangle of keys, the buzzer informs me its time to eat.
The mad scramble of 315 brothers.
A modern day slave ship.
Every day, steel grey.


How did I end up here?
Was it because Daddy was never there?
Mommy really didnt care?
Or a community too stressed,
too intoxicated to even notice?
Or was it my unresolved issues
of abandonment, neglect, disenfranchisement?
Or just greed?


Thru the glass partition
My wife's condition worries me.
Her eyes reflect confusion and fatigue.
My daughter's fear...
hyper-alert, as if she's being followed.
I ban them from visitation.

"Enjoy your trip" the sheriff said.
The final "clang" of the yard gate
the noise, the smells...

A sign over the the passage way said,
"Welcome to Hell"

I mean, really.
How did I end up here?​
 
In the Spirit of Sankofa and Peace and Love!

Reflections from A Cell




Now I get your reference of "back to life." And again, I say welcome and continue to reach through your preach. This is very powerful abstract219, and asks the question of many: How did I end up here?


 
I thnk you very much, Clyde. I appreciate your comments.

But by no means this is autobiographical. It's like a composite of stories my clients sometimes tell me. LOL, naw. I wasnt arrested. My wife and I bought a new home, daughter was ill for a minute and I returned to school to get my degree.

Actually, I was kinda thinking of how Michael Vick kinda felt...LOL
B
 
In the Spirit of Sankofa and Peace and Love!

I thnk you very much, Clyde. I appreciate your comments.

But by no means this is autobiographical. It's like a composite of stories my clients sometimes tell me. LOL, naw. I wasnt arrested. My wife and I bought a new home, daughter was ill for a minute and I returned to school to get my degree.

Actually, I was kinda thinking of how Michael Vick kinda felt...LOL
B




.......Brother, you have my most humble apology abstract219, but now you see why I stay away from poetry as much as I can, lol...I tend to take things literally, my bad :).

P.S. Funny but true story...Once, I actually thought the poetess was about to commit suicide, what actually saved me total embarrassment was that at least one other person showed the exact same interest in the thread, whew!
 

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