Eldridge Cleaver and me
The beginning of me the ideology
wearing wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from corrupt
officers for the federal bureau
of investigation the department
of Justice the center piece
cointelpro levied just so the
matter of facts the 44 magnum
in my mouth teeth chattering
looking through an assault rifle
red dot on the female agents
ponytail my children singing
my girl with the fbi supervisor
I'd be murdered for a lessor
god I'd be assassinated bullied
extorted crippled by a car bomb
I will still drink my lemonade
on a Sunday afternoon I'd still
die an American hearing my
fetus heartbeat I'd still remember
Chicago I will never fret over
gang violence nor corruption
I shall still adore my roses eating
ice quenching my thirst during
a stroke I'll still be American in
this land on this soil my blood
shall run through the hidden
canals as the sun shine on my
back an yet I'll still be American
I'll still be me when I diiiiie
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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