Dedicated to George Stinney Jr
The mind of a child
Is one supposed to be filled with innocence
But his was clouded with fear
Barely out of the womb
And already he would be buried in a tomb
He barely had time to start life
Barely had time to love and be loved
He barely had time to be a son
He would make history
Just not how he would've imagined
He would become the youngest person on death row
Youngest person to be executed on death row
A black boy who never got to be a boy
His last thoughts were a prayer
To be saved, to be seen, to be given a chance
'Are you there God, its me george'
Unfortunately God's grace doesn't extend to his black 'children'
Unfortunately his life was cut short
Unfortunately he wouldn't get to grow old
Apparently he wasn't deemed worthy enough for 'God's love'
Justice was never served
Even after 81 years
"I'm short
I'm fat
I'm a wh*re
My a*s is too flat
I b*tch too much
And play too little
I'm nothing but a sl*t
Who f*ks for crystal
I'm never happy
Always sad
My hair is too nappy
I only make you mad
I suck in bed
Can't give good he*d
I'm not capable of making money
So I'm a thief instead
I'm ugly and disgusting
Nobody can trust me
I'm nothing but a h*e
Who f*ks for dr*gs and money"
So next time you decide
You might want to try to touch on me
Remember those words
The ones you've spoke of me
Because lies and accusations
May satisfy your conscience
But I'm not the one
Harboring skeletons in the closet
DETECTIVE
The detective sighed, sitting at his desk,
he’d been working this job for many years,
he remembered when Jessie had cried rape,
could recall her interviews, and her tears,
only to be proved the crocodile sort,
she had never answered for that in court.
The D.A. hadn’t wanted to charge her,
said it might ‘chill’ other women out there,
that they wouldn’t come forwards with their tales,
they would just suffer their wrongs in despair.
Alan didn’t advance their pet beliefs,
justice for him they did not care to see.
So Jesse Malinche had never been charged
for filing a false police report,
a man robbed of freedom, marriage destroyed,
his life ruined as if it had been sport…
Two people were dead, one in jail for life,
three children orphaned...it just wasn’t right.
He closed the file, no more to be said,
to those who cared the motives were quite clear,
he wished that this might change how things were done,
but nothing would be learned from this, he feared.
Big ratings came from crying girls on the news,
and no one really cared what those lies might do…
Politics mirror religion
Few want to concede their belief
While not privy to behind closed doors
A hero may be shown a thief!
So tone down those accusations
The unknown may be known greater
Don't shout too hard your affiliation
It might be, laugh now and cry later!
To avoid accusations of the misconduct,
I'm stop to perform any sexual act
Without presence of the truthful council.*
*Two witnesses and a respected counsel.
She feels the sharpness of his accusations,
trembles and shakes with every strike,
injustice corruption beneath her frustrations,
a short noose around her neck too tight.
Trembles and shakes with every strike,
malevolent attacks engulfed in his offense,
a short noose around her neck too tight,
contradictions of fear living in suspense.
Malevolent attacks engulfed in his offense,
injustice corruption beneath her frustrations,
contradictions of fear living in suspense,
she feels the sharpness of his accusations.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 17, 2016
ACCUSATIONS
The accusations,
Unleashed by the false tongue,
Venomous arrows of rage
Became,
Heading for the heart that once
Was loved
Seeking revenge at all cost,
But
The target unharmed remained
As
Protected was
By
The shield of innocence!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
15 APRIL 2013
Flowers stand
Stretching to meet rays,
Which nurture and replinish.
Winds blow,
Bending and flexing stems.
Roots rest,
Nestled deep in the earth.
Comfortable, content, in its place.
Eyes for beauty glance and beam.
Spring is here!
For me alone,
Colors blanket frozen ground.
For me alone,
They birth new beginnings.
For me alone,
God has given all another chance.
I bend,
Kneeling beside one
Which I've chosen.
I rip it's roots
From it's survival.
Torn roots, broken stem, loose petals,
It is mine!
Fraile only after moments,
I toss it away
And choose another.
Bitter cold as I sit in my room
Snow falling heavy
and I’m hit by the gloom.
Now I’m in deep thought
wondering what went wrong…
How’d they come up with this?
Feels like being accused falsely
of taking someone else’s song
Guess that’s why ignorance is a bliss
So they’re accustomed to being stuck in the midst.
On the way to forty weeks
as the seasons change…
This state of mind remains
but the heartache of heaven backwards
disappeared like the rain
Too much to stomach; I can’t take the pain
Rather stay focused than to go insane
Strong-hearted with a touch of love
Can you feel it?
Don’t take kindness for weakness…
That will only make things colder
Imperfectionist accuses with he said it, she said it
Can they prove it? Then you do it!
Life is too short to hold false grudges…
As we get older with time
We can wipe away those imperfect smudges
Smile a little more
Laugh a little harder
Hold on a little stronger…you know…honesty lasts longer
But until false accusations are proven to be innocent
This is how life goes, “It just is what it is, isn’t it?”
By: Aleasha Martin
did he do it,did he do it
Judy did,Judy did
come out,come out-
The song thrush shouts
Brian Strand Entry for Twenty Twenty contest
Assumptions, inuendos and accusations can and will sever relations-
especially when one person is not strong enough spiritually to know-
the true from the false;
the facts from allegations;
the real from illusion;
the Truth from imagination.
Inuendos, manipulations, deceits and fabrications causes strife and sure-fire-
confusion - keeping us under delusion of actuality; denying reality.
Accusations, pretenses, falsehoods, non-truths causes rifts in human relations-
Making life's situations more complicated than they need to be-causing
unnecessary frustrations.
So the best advice for all of us is to let the All Mighty Holy Creator direct and
dominize the Throne of our Being-the Mind-the Seat of all thought where our
words and deeds are fortified.
Dazed from hurled accusations, he didn't even hear the starting bell.
the foreign man that's watching and wishing him all hell.
There's talk of noble notions but it seems the chasing of the fleece.
A serving of the devils appetite, like a lamb that's fried in grease.
Accused of thoughtless actions, with out regard for those involved.
the accused is now found guilty and all has been resolved.
There was no investigation or consideration of intents.
One fails to see the honor and is compelled to feel contempt.
the accused will not go quitely, for he feels he did no wrong.
It was a simple misunderstanding and the place he stands is strong.
He seeks no bloody actions, such as chopping of the head.
He too claims his honor and will defend it till he's dead.
Take a drink of water, you've been to long out in the sun.
you're intentions are quite obvious, not all of us are dumb.
This is offered in simplicity, so one might understand.
The tack you take here in this country, is not that of a man.
He knows not of you nor you know not of He.
If you wish to impress a woman. there's other ways you see.
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