Best Urbanday Poems
Your not alone in this trying world,
I feel your emptiness.
If I could I would break your chains and carry the burden of your pain.
My heart aches too...
Some day those who keep you will be awoken.
I know your beauty, Ive felt your warmth and witnessed you honor,
Your word is bond- your a man amongst men, an "African King"...
Your courage and strength is commendable so I wrote this poem for you...
They took you life and name once again and replaced them with a number,
out of fear of the king within.
The boots you wear represent the hard road you have traveled, and the road you
will continue on through this life.
The clothes that they make you wear are to hide your beautiful skin.
They want you to hurt, they caged you like an animal, dont let them win!!!
One day you will be freed and ALL will hail the "African King"...
NOTE: Written in dedication to a DEAR friend serving life unjustly...
(And all those unjustly in bondage- spiritually, physically, and mentally)
5-10-1009 Update: The Prisoner in this poem is now free( after 15yrs)!!!!
The bright sun
has
risen
in
the
sky
the workaday world
has
jump started
into action
Automobiles move
down city streets
as pedestrians
dodge trucks
Soon the masses
will reach their goal
A cup of coffee or
tea
the day begins
Minds and muscles
move
Another day in the
vast metropolis
My life
It full of strife
Am I needed
Maybe Not
I live day to day like a robot
recurring incidents
On purpose accidents
Feeling small and fragile
Though i can fight very agile
I've obtain my strength and become a man
Gaining many supporters and one glorious fan
As of today i fought back and won
Now I have those fools o the run
The one that treated me bad
Watch out Im back and mad
The ocean waves are active,
The breeze is nice and brisk,
The children play in the sand,
Towers and parapets with moat.
I am surprised that no one has noticed
My footprints in the sand.
Leaving the moving acres of tan and foaming water
I stand at a stop with two other folks,
Paying me no mind, they stand quietly.
The autobus approaches and the eager attendees tense.
They enter and I follow,
The conductor demands no toll from me.
To Baker and 72nd we approach,
A man pulls the stop line,
The carrier pulls to a stop and the man erects
I follow him off as it is my stop as well.
I stand ready to cross the street, and as I cross
The behemoth lurches forward and strikes me.
I bounce off of its front, landing painfully on the curb.
Bleeding from several wounds acquired from the crash,
I stand.
The city streets are buzzing,
The air is rank with fumes and smoke,
The denizens are busy scurrying about,
In bowlers, and two-piece suits with coat.
I am surprised that not one of them has noticed
The blood trailing my steps.
I call out, to no response,
To no aid, and no hope.
I continue forward and call again,
A man huddled in the corner of a building,
Freezing, like the heart of a cruel mistress.
He tensed when I cried out for help.
He heard me.
I approach the shivering man,
I inquire to his state, he quivers and remains silent.
I know you can hear me, I need help!
I grab his shoulder and pull him over to face me.
My arms fall limp to my side, in awe
The man staring up at me is a reflection.
I turn to flee, mixed feelings of doubt and terror
How could it possibly be? How can he be me?
As I amble forward the air becomes sharp and cold.
Bleeding and shivering, I fall to the ground amidst the crowd.
Fading, the day becomes night at 1:42pm.
The streets suddenly become deathly quiet.
Just another day in the city.