Teachers Conference the FBI and me
There was no easy day going under cover
with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor
I was just a young mother of four actually expecting
again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wires
on my unborn baby I was given a pager to place in my
pocket I was quite nervous this day morning sickness
first day if school and we had to complete the job
investigation into dirty officers selling drugs trading
riot gear to stand off with the FBI and kill confidential
human sources meaning me as I approach the hostage
situation I was greeted by a junk sick officer afraid of
losing he badge pension for being corrupt he tells me right
away you can't leave out without testing the product even
though I was with child he lead me to the king pin drug lord
who was actually cooking eggs with a 44 magnum over to my
left two more dealers filling a bath of lime to dissolve drugs
and human flesh the killer approaches when his walkie talkie
sounded from the police department corruption warning
the drug dealers informants are inside meaning me
my eyes were so big and brown he pulls my blouse forced
me to look out the window on a stand was an assault rifle
he looks out and spots the female agent who installed the
wires on my belly my face dropped he said do you know her
I response by swallowing he points the 44 magnum to my
head and said you know her is she vice my heart sank the
walkie-talkie sounded again the dealer said so you do know
her she was at a stop light three schools were letting out
a high school a middle school and an elementary school
staff crossing guards parents everywhere behind her was
the IRS thereto recover marked money a tear stuck on my
cheek the rifle pointed right at her head a red dot on her
ponytail that's when I heard my children in the supervisor car
singing my girl I guess you say what can make me feel this way
my girl I swallowed fear and shouted yes I know her she's my
daughters teacher there's a conference I need to hurry his pupils
covered his eyes fear sank to my chest he then slams the 44
magnum in my mouth and said I'm not going back to prison
do you hear me my lips trembled stuck to the chrome blood in
the corner of my mouth I said she's my daughters teacher
he believed me and said I could leave out the dirty officers
led me downstairs we took lot's of drugs off the streets
and a shipment of weapons headed to the gangs in Chicago
Milwaukee looking back now my panic attacks are quite poetic
watching the war on weapons and drugs three decades later
evolved In front of my townhome in Tampa corrupt officers
niece gathered the dealers killers released from prison early
a monsters ball breaking in my home snatching my poetry
threatening my life leading an assassins to my door right
in front of my children God's goodness covered me with this
divine purpose from glen to glen and down the mountainside
rather here or in shadow I was anointed with the blood of Jesus
the holy day we celebrated the assumption of Mary 8-14-2003
I survived my own assassination unlike Martin Luther King Jr.
Mr. Little Emmitt Till or Fred Hampton I survived to tell
my story awareness healing comforting coping broken
emotionally severe panic PTSD and yet I survived a team
of gang leaders an arson murderer of nine his corrupt officers
Mexican Jamaican drug lords actually still running the ongoing
drugs weapons operation only I'd retired suffering in hiding
desperate I contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigations
of Chicago Milwaukee dire need knowing I'd convict terrorist
plotting to blow up the Chicago transit system and government
buildings from Libya dealers from the middle east trading
weapons and drugs for food stamps and WIC coupons
in Milwaukee while witnessing a murder and now they
were out for blood my blood my heart raising feet pacing
as justice cried the angels sighed as night crawled under
day stirring up so much strife the beast lie in his nature
women wear the crown of scabs the scales balanced
why is the land crying sending the sound to only Jesus
as Allah scream the sigh of pain Mary kneel in the corner
weeping as Jah swallowed the Lions soul the beast slid
on his belly there should be goodness in truth secrets
shall not be kelp because no one noticed when Jesus welp
I feel blessed God's glory all praise how many lives were saved
while all the school flags were raised liberty was at stake
the day the bells rang during corrupt police officers lunch break
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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