Cut Ties

Shakin

a lot of salt

my way

I guess

it’s

just the season

I’ve been fighting

for me and mines

that’s the

TRUE reason

going thru somethings

don’t see Love

the same

family members

caught up

in a web of propellers

looking at me

like I suppose to be jealous…,

please,

not saying it politely

I really don’t care

cause

nightly,

I’ve prayed

to be wiggled out

of their

noose knot

finally finding the

truth out

I know what their

Love about

money

handouts

with their

filthy hands

only a few

really

understands

it’s always

something wrong

or something up

just to get

their pennies

to a hundred bucks.

Biological Ties Cut Young

Precious

at first,

beauty in the

fetal

position

in the

womb

watching a

human element

development…, Blessed!

Awoke at birth,

umbilical cord tied

around my neck,

emergency surgery

in a hurry

all hands on deck,

this babygirl

wasn’t ready

for the World

of mess.

Let me confess

to

my Mother

sweating cuffed

to the bedside

buzzed

out

on drugs

closed

gates

No hugs

or

Love

my shoulders

still strug

to

Why

You

did the

things

You

Did.

Born

from

Trouble

I kept

my hands

clean

to only

scream

at your face

in nightmares.

You

wouldn’t

Dare

face

Me

Now,

Biological Breeder.

Mother

is not a proper

label

for you.

Where could yours

eyes hide

looking into mines?

Children’s Innocence

You gonna get yours!

Leave the innocence

alone

stalking and creeping

to take

a precious gift

gifted

not to you.

You gonna get yours!

Raging at a

frightened child

hitting

a tender small

undeveloped

body

so hard

leaving scars.

You gonna get yours!

I served

to protect

and care for

the little

precious souls

trouble

in ways

that mature them to

Old.

You gonna get yours!

Take my words

however

you choose

if you

mess with the

precious little ones

You

gonna

Lose

and get what you deserve!

Everyday Monsters

A walking

authentic

me

in a

mystified

world

full of

monsters

with smiles…,

some good

some bad

some roar

crooked wilderness

rough and tough

rolling into

foolishness

to

deceive

anybody

willing

to believe

everything

sparkles in

glittery nice

are

alrighty

and

mighty right

to correct

the left

floating

leftover

crumbs

to the

gums

of the

dirty scrumbs

hidden away

behind

metal locks

all categorizes

the same…,

monsters

in a box

but,

plenty

turn their

heads

rubbernecking

the wrong

direction

when

visually

they’ve

missed

to see

the

many

amongst them

working

in the

so-called

corporate offices

of

locked

legits,

flooding green

to

lobbyist

politically powerful

hypocrites,

putting

anybody

in nasty

pits

to fall

while they

stand bold and tall

showing off

their

shinning

pearly

white teeth,

clothing

tailored

and

freshly neat,

to be the

cleverest

monsters

of them ALL…,

paid

lovely

to hide

behind

deceit.

Crossroads

Alone

sitting

under

insecurities

clouds

rain

strikes

lightning

all around

my

way

refused

to moved

sitting

back

anyway

into

my wrestling

mind

reflecting

life

as loving eyes

become

lost

hard times

stay

tough

and

street crimes

accumulates

enough

blood lost

of

humanity

to

witness

more insanity

in families

reloading the

shots

aimed

and ready

to pull

the trigger

in

cruel

intentions

to blast the

wicked

into

retaliation

ways of

Street Justice

for Us…,

Clearly,

mirroring

the same horrific

horror

in

tears flowing

out

drenching

hidden

rupture

hearts

choking on

reality

for

years

or not

to

hid away

in the dark

or not…,

Haven’t

moved from

lightning

why not…,

sitting

back to

Alone

anyway

or gone

anyday.

The Hold Down Repeating

Hoodwinked

to be

shipped

and whipped

sold

for a

half-a-cent

unjustified

medley,

rattling chains

clink to

slaves

depleted ancestry

separated

in ways

unknowns

to

unmarked graves…,

Whispered into

years

those

were the

old 400 years…,

Present days,

old and young

clamps

ways

to those

leaping away,

clawing

them

back

into

the boiling pot

to be

flipped

out,

buried-in,

or

cast-out,

to

hatred

footsteps

knowing

where their

from, going, to future,

whereabouts.

One Will Be Appointed To You…

Closed eyes

Darken…,

Sleep

deep

into

nothing…,

Bullet-proof

vest

unrest,

Awaken…,

To

chalky

outlines

updated

in

blood-shed

screams…,

Faces smearin

tears-shed

lost…,

Twisted

in

newz headlines

breakin,

streets crimes

taken,

FAKE

crimes

FRAMED

NOOooo…Unforgiven…,

Shots

fired

colorful green

fireworks

plenty to

four-eyed-suitcase-suited-Goons,

thrivin,

hustlin and grindin,

to make

lairs point

to

rap sheets

in fees

of toxic

restitution…,

Solution,

snappin

jail bars

inclusion

stamped for

minorities…,

pinches

hurt less

than punches…,

Fight…,

Damn right,

for the

Right to Life, Liberty,

and Security…,

Pop!

Eyes,

Lighted Opened.

https://www-m.cnn.com/2019/03/29/us/florida-wrongful-imprisonment-42-years-murder/index.html

That is That!

portrait by JoeEngland

Get back…,

OR

it’s payback,

to

attack

a hot tension

stacked

intuition

build-up,

unraveling,

holding together,

in a day

of light

to

brewing grey

smoke

percolating

at the

seams,

poofing

future dreams

into

Asphalt…,

oh, its mean

to say

BOO and get spooked…,

Step Back,

OR

lay flattered

on the mixture gravel

regurgitating

chunks of

lies

accumulated

from the inside

of You…,

Walk

Backwards

Away,

into the

cave

sculpting

the beginning

to the endings

of Your

short sentences,

as the

END.