Incarceration Poems

The boy who lived in the dark

Isolation. 
He lived In a house that was never his home
He lived without a key and a place to call his own
Silence.
His mind his only friend 
Dark just like his surroundings 

His crime:
Not giving in to a system who tried to control him
Not allowing the system to indict him Of a crime he didn't commit

To the mother they stole

To my mama they stole,

I dont blame you for what was done
You sacrificed your life for my childhood
You fought for my right of innocence 
You spoke so I could have freedom

It's not your fault
You were just born black
I'm not old enough to understand why
But i do understand your love
I feel it even in your absence

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible

The strength we embody

They told us our skin meant exile
That our joy would be put on trial
Because it brings rain
But how can they hate the rain when it nourishes the ground we walk on
The same ground that grows the food we need to survive

They want us to cower in the face of their Whiteness
To bow down to their

I DREAM

As my body shakes violently,
                      In the midst of sound sleep;
                       

untitled

the inevitability of fire:
union.
     i do not want to be alone.

   what is pain?

cruel masters

sometimes there are cruel masters
who sneer and inflict pain for no reason at all.
i do not know where they come from — why do they come at all — or where they go
and so i am always afraid. 
today i awoke and felt anxious and sad
i wondered, “will it get worse?”
the sunlight is pure truth
and

Incarceration

Your incarceration 
Causes me humiliation 
I try my best not to bring it up 
But my mind stays in this location 
I miss you so much but our relationship has never had a firm foundation 
Yes our relationship is just a complication
So what am I to do 
You once were good to me 
But everything

Incarceration

and then the accused fell foul
of yet another condemnation
without trial
the sentence spoken in anger

shards of bloody mosaic
stick to his bare feet
from where she threw
the glass on the tiled floor
punctuating
compartmentalizing 
puncturing an unspoken truth

superficial wounds already closing	
he wraps a bandage around his heart
squeezes tightly to feel alive
accepts the verdict
though no crime was committed

a scar remains from
what

Incarceration's Abyss

There are so many trapped
and tortured souls in this 
desolate place.
We are ghosts, screaming for freedom,
darklings, crying for light.
Never sure how to grasp onto
something invisible,
without strangling it.
Even before the cold bars
made of murk and gloom
there was no hope,
only bleakness.
Now "lost'' takes on 
a greater, deeper meaning
for us here.
Lost in the abyss of incarceration,
groping for strands

Deliverance

Within the confines of these walls, my Father. Mother speaks to me.
My faith is in my Father who says; surely I will be set free.
I shall not be given over to men of whom I am afraid.
My feet shall be loosed from net and snare,
that privately has been laid.

They try their best to keep me

Self-Incarceration

Self-imprisonment
Is the worst form
Of punishment
Still, it is not out of the norm
To find a tiny bee hummingbird
Ruby Zoom, hidden inside a double-glazed display cabinet
One can think or fathom how absurd
It is to be imprisoned in a knotty net
Conspicuously clear like black ice. And yet
One is trapped. One cannot
Get out or escape freely, effortlessly or easily
Without

Incarceration Through the Eye's of Your Child

Incarceration Through The Eyes Of Your Child
I dreamt about this particular iceberg for many year's
as a young man,
where in and out of prison I was, for a while.
It was big, big in size

If size was big, like only size could be, only in Florida.
Abandoned in it, to it a one man cell, placed in it

The Beginning 3

Your father and your mother they are 
The connection to where you are from
Your father and mother came in same manner 
Created by their creators before they created you
That's your ancestry and route into existence. 

It is not by chance that you belong to that route
You had a choice in it when you existed before

Incarceration

There are no allegations that
My birthright is of a monster
Nor is there a pretense that I am beast 
But one of the brutes 
Is hibernating 
In the recess of me beneath 
The etiquette of a queen 
Is to be poised, decent, and unique
But there is a leviathan 
That has aspirations to be unleashed 
For many decades past and future
This monstrosity continues 
Pondering who

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