Visions of Me In Handcuff
VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF
12 heads near the left center room,
bystanders watching as the Man with the
book determine to make my life heaven or
hell As I stand with my head high in the air,
but my hands low hoping that he
understands why I made the choices I
chose at the time Hoping that he see’s a
new clear me through this dark skin of
mine if I could just ask for one more life it
will be whole lot different Days off for a
little wondering how I got myself into this
situation in the first place, seem like I
woke up here confused and curious Plenty
light but I’m living a nightmare blink my
eyes twice hoping I’m dreaming yet no one
disappears or leave the room How could
such pressure be on me as an individual
looking around for answers but no
explanations standing humble Just
waiting for the results like STD test
tapping my feet to the beat of the
typewriter’s fingers as she performed I
just wish I were at home watching my
Kevin Hart DVD still in my TV from the
other day how did we get to this day Never
in a million years would I think I would be
standing here today the embarrassment
the shame that I have to face Unaware if I
prove my case I hear the 12 heads
whispering yet can point out what their
saying strangling my ears’ Put your hands
behind your back you have the right to
remain silent, that’s what I hear the two
officers behind me say Yet when I turned
to look I saw neither one of their mouths
moving confused on what to say so I
looked forward At the corner of my eye it
seems I could see the officers watching
me as one approach me with his cuffs out
I don’t understand I yell out I didn’t hear
the juries decision everyone looked at me
as if they had seen a ghost Relax I told
myself to ease my nerves what has
happen to me have I gone insane now my
head is low and my hands are high
Praying to god if he get me out of this jam
I would be the perfect person no more
sinning just straight faith in him One out
of 12 of the heads stood up and said we
as the jury such and such and such
innocent was all I heard I smile for joy not
showing much settlement proceeded out
of the court exit and home on my bed I
arrived Holding my loved ones again a
knocked at the door while I tucked them in
bed looked through the peek hole Not a
soul in site two seconds later a kicked to
the door I grabbed my little ones disclosed
their location A final kicked to the door
leave them in the house with a call to the
cops already in place makes the 45 come
down from the safe Enemies behind me as
he holds the Barron to my neck asked
where is the money then placed the cuffs
on my wrist
Copyright © Ur Favorite Poet | Year Posted 2014
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