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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They arrested my anger: my fingertips, they ink painted These defiant ebony eyes were given a sideway rearview racial profile A police photo shoot, criminal style I became a most colorful, unwanted poster child for the rabid redneck white crowd, who were firing their burning blue metal barrels hatefully loud — Colt-45 liquid anger white lightning moonshine proud Waving their patriotic hostility — raging river flag moving the mob At their Wild West campfire pow-wow, they were bomb fuse sparking a tar baby effigy of me Putting a viral vex on their personal celly-ies and cyber telly-ies Got several death threats from the skin heads Aryan Nation neo-Nazis How is it that my anger got arrested, while their’s got out of jail free? The blue devils cuffed me for non-violently speaking, not bending a Wounded Knee Or giving a whipped-dog look slave master bow This earned me my prison stripes room-and-board free Got a felon record for simply giving the fascist police a ghetto hardship scowl Now labeled a rebel convict: I can’t get no cotton-picking union job, or no southern hospitality northen beans welfare Living on the cliff ledge is hard, when you can’t blend in Yellow tin badge hollow justice gave me a white-hot iron brand hex on my charcoal skin Then they bum wrapped me in a cement bubble And an old enamel kangaroo in a long black lynx robe said I was white rabbit lucky I didn’t receive a volley of bullets for my trouble But, I got a swollen-face good break, I was told Tell my mama this cancer piss pack of hard spit sympathy lies She died on the inside that awful sentencing day, and my papa’s fears aged dog years in a bad way They both knelt stone cold six-feet under, while I was hell-roasting in a 20-by-20 windowless solitary bunker There were no encouraging letters sent from the grave I’m sure my arrested anger is gonna get released also, one calm and serene day But a pardon ain’t forthcoming any time soon for these brooding hairs fading in penitentiary gray
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