Black Poetry : the getaway

midnightsson

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The Getaway

3:00 AM on a Friday night, the streets are quite clear
we suddenly see two white orbs in the rear-view: headlights
the police pull behind us, the reason....
unclear

I’m riding shotgun so I should be calm, but there’s more to the story
I’m about to explode like napalm, because I got a warrant for not reporting
I know if he asks for my name it’s gonna get a little sticky
I’m three miles away from home
but I can’t sit here and let them stick me
a million thoughts running through my dome

Why am I out here with two white girls and a friend?
Shouldn’t I be home sleeping my cares away?
When will I put these silly fantasies to an end,
about sleeping the night away and live in the light of day?
I’m trapped in shadows and locked away in dreams
life is no better, things are never as they seem.

So I calmly tell them all I’m about to make a break
running has always been easy for me, so many demons to escape
The ladies put their arms around me and begged me don’t go
but excitement is a drug that addicts you and you barely know
I saw the twinkle in her eyes and felt in her touch: pure passion
but this isn’t the way I envisioned love happening

I broke their embrace and waited for opportunity to knock
my heart felt like a bomb hooked to an eternal clock!
Sure enough they came back to read me my rights
as he began to search my person I spun and took off like a flight
it only took a few steps and they realized I’m kinda fast
they would need lots of help to catch (his black ***)
I hit the first couple of fences and realized I’ve got potential
could either be an athlete or a guest of a penal institution

As I’m lying close to the ground in the dense foliage
trying to control my ragged breathing
I hear two- way radios in the distance, are they really searching for me?
Or am I just dreaming?
The torn clothing from a barbed wire fence
told me it was reality and shocked me to my senses


It was like living a movie, and that realization really moved me
I couldn’t live like this because nobody wrote me a script!
I had to make a change, my life needs rearranged
the stereotype I’d become quickly had me feeling sickly

They say God works in mysterious ways,
I’ve been really understanding that these days
the so-called friend that was with me gave them my full name
that’s the kinda betrayal that drives a man insane.
But I’m gonna try to look with my soul and not my eyes
and try my best to see him as an angel in disguise

I’m going to turn myself in and hope for the best
and since the sun rises in the east, keep my face to the west
I’ll have a lot of time to soul search for answers to my questions
and figure out the best way to learn life’s lessons
try to keep my soul afloat and not sink into the great depression
and let what’s left of my life turn into a worse mess
there’s a lot of freedom to be found in constraint
it frees the imagination from any and all restraints

My life’s mission is to rectify my mistakes
and through it all never forget to pray.

Derrick H.
 

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