I lost a lot of rights.
I was a prisoner in their sights.
Looks more to the wrong than to the rights.
Crossed the road and now my murder she writes.
The judge eyed me suspiciously as she ignored my fights.
They had misspelled my name taking grammar murder to new heights.
Now in a dark gloomy cell, we share stories with a new comrade as a blunt he lights.
It’ll be a good night after all, across the room at the threshold, a female guard eyes me and her lip she bites.
Cast the seed far and wide:
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I am who I am because of what I say with the words that I have, the time I’ve got and the talent I possess. I will myself to do this daily because not everyone can do it. I am blessed to have this ability. I make the shallow look, and sound deep and the deep sound deeper yet with a simple meaning. I want every poem I ever write to be my epitaph. Sometimes I am in my element, sometimes I'm not. There are pieces I don’t believe I wrote because I am not that person anymore. But the truth is; this is a reflection of who I am, who I’ve been and who I will be. I started doing this at age 14 so I guess my works will best be described as “14 going on to immortality”.
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My bro Kamemia from another mother. I hope that guard kept her lips to herself.
hahaha…. The allowed creativity of a writer… 😀
Niccar can write. Good piece Mr. Convict, never ‘saw’ this talent back in College. <>
hahahaha…I have written since I was 14. Thanks