Quiet Poetry Lounge : the wrongly accused

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  1. baller

    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    (not to offend anyone)

    The wrongly accused

    I was walking deserted streets. Being cool. Acting savvy
    When I heard a muffled cry down a dark, deserted alley

    I thought someone was deathly hurt. So, I went to investigate
    Yes, the area was really dark. Yes, the time had gotten late

    The guy backed out this dilapidated building…his Johnson hanging out
    There was fear on his face, as he turned and glanced about

    He tugged at the jimmy that had captured his waste
    As etchings of fear drained from his face

    He looked up and saw me…a witness to his crime
    In the weakest of defenses, he claimed: “It’s not mine.”

    He threw jimmy down and ran down the street
    I stood staring after him. Angry and weak

    When once more I looked. There lay an innocent child
    No clothing protecting her. No hint of a smile

    My brain screamed, “Call someone.” And I reached for my cell
    Dialed nine-one-one. And began to relate my tale

    As I moved to cover this victim of sin
    She screamed in fear, “Please, don’t hurt me again.”

    Police officers and medical responders were quick on the scene
    These fathers and mothers were angry and mean

    When she said, “He did it.” They all looked at me
    In the space of five seconds, I was no longer free

    …Tried to explain to the officers what I happened upon
    And indicated the direction the assailant had gone

    But an angry father, like a smoking gun
    Hears no excuses. Fears no one

    Handcuffed and beaten, I was taken to a hospital
    Examined. Threatened. Treated like a killer

    At the precinct, I was booked…and thrown into a cell
    Wasn’t allowed no phone call. Even denied bail

    In jail, my cell mates didn’t look kindly upon me
    After the officers let them know the person they thought me to be

    At the trial, the victim…cried. And performed
    Told the jury I’d held her prisoner…quite long

    But witnesses came forth, testifying on my behalf
    When the DNA proved negative, they let me go real fast

    The victim boohoo’d. Her relatives did too
    He’s guilty, your honor. You know it’s true

    As I turned to leave, I saw standing by the door
    The man from the alley…And I let out a roar

    “That’s him,” I cried. “He’s the one from that night”
    The bailiff pulled his gun before the brutha took flight

    When the ruckus was over, the assailant confessed
    He was the girl’s cousin…but a man possessed

    He didn’t know they were related when he accosted her that night
    Just happened to be the mark. An innocent virgin. Very tight.

    He begged for forgiveness…for all his sins
    Confessed his crime…and the predicament he dragged her in

    When the judge pronounced him guilty, he held his head high
    He would never win her trust. But he had a life time to try.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow......this took me back to a true story as this......sad and painful and one
    whom was wrongly accused for for the begotten sins against family.
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    so many innocent bruthaz locked away...wrongly. there's got to be a better way.

    I sang the blues
    Others celebrated my abuse
    Waited
    I did
    For reality
    To embrace me
    Grip me
    Hold me in its grasp
    ‘til
    Alas
    I’s free
    Of this ruse
    How could I lose
    Freedom to move
    To roam
    To decide on my own
    When I want to bath
    To wash my ***
    To walk in the park
    In the dark
    Alone

    Abused
    Misused
    I’ve been Accused

    Wrongly
     
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    I stand Accused
    for being who i am
    the man of love
    one who hold on
    been bashed
    whip lashed
    tongue slash
    case out
    talked about
    driven in da dark
    heard silent barks
    wrongly sought
    this makes me
    shout
    in life's game
    nothing da same
    hit by da badge
    of shame
    now i still
    claim my aim
    to fame
    from da accused
    they lose.
     
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