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“Jealousy”
Jimmy had odds to beat, one he was a black teen and the temptations of big city’s Streets.
But a single black mother’s determination held his attention sternly,
So he had only Minimal interaction with streets.
He had rickets but Jimmy could catch any ball.
He ran with a gang that like to brawl,
Then he entered a Youth Center where a Mentor introduced him to football.
Pop Warner he’s leader of the team,
Onto High School Football team as runner for TD’s.
Scouts without doubts offered degrees.
Mother’s pleased when he goes to USC, to be toast of the university.
Jimmy rode football like a Hell’s Angel rides his hog.
He played halfback, fullback carrying the ball.
Top backers called, packs of women clawed,
Because for a rental car he ran through a mall.
Sydney was a naive Germany beauty queen,
Blond haired eyes emerald green.
Done nothing much since she jumped with the school cheer team.
But she had dreams, being famous on T.V., a celebrity.
But she’s stalled in the Pokipsy Mall,
Serving chili, hamburgers and hotdogs.
When in comes Jimmy, walking tall, followed by his enthralled.
Each sees the other and head over heels each falls.
Their love, sweet, she felt entitled to be,
With the famous Jimmy.
After their affair they married, two heirs, beach house on Bundy Street,
Her face on T.V. with Jimmy, her dream is complete.
But Jimmy believes in slavery,
Believes possessions are bounty one forever keeps,
And Sydney is his property.
But black eye secrets don’t keep,
So she and her parents agree, divorce Jimmy immediately.
Jimmy falls, fell by divorce when the gavel falls.
But most of all,
He felt affronted by the German goofball in front of media tell-all,
So he watches her like a hawk, to see with whom she walks.
She saw a new fella who won her heart and Sydney falls.
He wines and dines her many times and shows respect to all.
So Jimmy waits, pissed off jealousy he has no date, until one night on her Ronald calls.
Greens seethe engulfs Jimmy from head to feet, it shuts off reasoning.
Disrespect for “The Great ME” is all he sees in this rivalry for his property.
He sees she succeeds with this non-minority.
To the door during their adoring greeting Jealousy creeps,
Like Flash he slash the throat of the one he knows,
Then at speed stabs repeatedly the one she greets,
As he tries to flee from Jealousy.
A boy. Short. He goes to school and cowardly hides behind every corner, scouting out what lurks behind the next turn. Always shoved and disregarded, he seemed to have no friends. He was bullied everyday by this monster. Someone who terrorized him since day one. “Why me?” was his battle cry, just before every black eye.
A boy. Alone. He was adored at school. A big jock. He hated his life, his choices. He picked on this kid, a rather small kid, who was simply pathetic. He would catch glimpses of him, cowering behind corners, and hiding in bathroom stalls. It was this kid that made him popular. He did not hate this him, but simply saw him as an stress reliever. Anger reliever. He was praised at school, abused at home. School was his safe haven; his home away form home, but no one knew what truly went on behind that strong, muscular smile. Divorce. Abuse. Shame. His mother was a prostitute, sold every part of her just to manage to keep him alive. His father was a drunk. Abused every inch of him to relieve him of his intoxicated wounds.
A mom. A prostitute. As a little girl she was very bright. Did well in school, and even managed to get into a good college. It wasn’t until that one night she mad a stupid mistake. It was one of those fraternity parties. “All the cool kids went, right?” She would tell her self. That’s all it took. One kid. One rufie. One sip. Next thing she knew she was pregnant. She dropped out of college. Told her boyfriend it was his kid. Got married. And had a beautiful baby boy. It took five years until she told her husband the truth. The truth about the conception. He left. She was alone, receiving no support. No money. It took her one month until she found herself in the back of a strangers car in an alley way for $200.
A frat boy. A stupid hazing ritual. “Host a party. Drug a girl. Have sex.” Only he made a mistake. He got drunk. Too drunk. He had no control over his actions. The demon residing within him took over, raped a girl, and impregnated her with what ruined her dreams, his dreams. In frustration he went to get fresh air. And made one more stupid mistake. He was conscious of what he did, and knew he could not live with his mistake. Police found him hung from the fraternity balcony the next morning.
This is in dedication to all those who suffered from something that was no in there control.
Carlo Santana's Black Magic Woman,
in the 60's and 70's gave magic to his
band..
Drugs were part of this movement it's
fair to say. Getting high for many,
while listening to their music, was the
common way
Peace signs, beads, bell bottoms,
psychedelic shirts, desert boots, and
long hair and marijuana, is what was
in style. Looking back and being part
of that history lifestyle, makes me smile.
Peace protesters against the draft,
and Vietnam war. Jimi Hendrix, Peter,
Paul and Mary, The Beatles, Bob Dillon
The Beach Boys,Led Zepplin, Rolling
Stones,Elvis,Simon and Garfunkel,
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Neil Young,
Leonard Skynyrd, Eric Clapton, Carly
Simon is all we heard.
They kept our soldiers in Viet Nam
mentally occupied. It helped them
overcome their stress, and brought
some pleasure to their lives.
Rock N Roll Music had an impact
everywhere.The melodies and lyrics
represented a culture reflecting people,
who really cared.
Neil Young, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith,
Neil Diamond, Barbara Striesand,
Jim Croce made the scene. Years later
Disco and the Bee Gee's came dancing
in.
Disco died, it didn't last long, during
this time Rock N Roll kept rolling on.
Rush, The Eagles, The Police, Peter
Frampton, Boston, Reo Speedwagon,
Blue OysterCult, Fleetwood Mac, Bob
Seger, Steve Miller band, we listened
to. I can't forget Journey, Bruce
Springsteen, Foreigner or the Who.
Bon Jovi, Creed, Madonna, Red Chili
Peppers, Van Halen, Black Eye Peas,
Were hot then. Rock N Roll songs, will
keep on playing, and be appreciated
over and over again.
Time reflects the Lyrics in the songs,
of the good times and the wrongs.
Woodstock brought them all together,
a lasting bond to last forever.. .
Homeward Bound Simon and Garfunkel
was the favorite song with the soldiers. Also
John mentioned The Lion SleepsTonight by
the Tokens. Robert Lindley also mentioned
their groups that were left out. Please read his
comments below. I also thank Robert for his
valued input.
I just want to add that the 60's and
70's were my personal favorite years.
I say this because people really cared
about the war and each other. They
were right...
Michael Tor 10/16/2015 Nayda Ivette Negron. Contest: Favorite Music Type
They called it school
I called it hell
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the school bus
Full of uncivilized Wild kids
Being pushed and shoved
Countless kids in uniform
Fearing the teachers and the day they were born
Satchel bags and lucky bags
Late for lessons again
Going to the headmasters office
For the cane ooh how my bum was in pain
Teacher at the blackboard
Pupils getting bored thinking about girls
Motorbikes and cars
Playing football in the yard
Playing sports in skirts and shorts
The one too big that moma bought
School desks fountain pens and ink
Boy how some of my classmates did stink
Trying to blow up the science lab
Bubbly gum and sherbert dabs
Giggling girls and bashful boys
Girls jutting out everywhere
Pigtails and ribbon on their hair
Always getting into a fight
Going home with a torn blazer and black eye every night
Lots of kisses on my homework
Rolling about in the dirt
Pouring ink into the headmasters aquarium
Holes in your trouser bum
Crafty cigarette hidden behind a wall
Morning assembly in the hall
School dinners you couldn't pick
Forced down your throat and made you sick
Being punished and kept behind doing lines
I must have wrote 'I must be good' a million times
Frog spawn put into teachers bag
Gas taps left on in the lab
The school nurse giving you a jab
Riot breaks out in class Running a race on sports day and coming last
Pea shooter and catapult Pulling your tongue out and being rude to adults
First love and nervous thumbled kiss
Girls with new sticky out bits
Hair growing in places it didn't before
Limbs aching and so sore
Always in trouble up to no good playing truant in the wood
Letting the tiers down on the headmasters car
Girls wearing training bra's
Exams were such a sham but wrote the answers under the bandage on my
hand Teachers talking about things I didn't understand
What a waste of time I was going to be a pop star and soon a man
Those daydreams of youth that still remain aloof
Hiding in the bushes watching girls playing hockey and net ball on the field
I still recall how that used to feel
Long school summer holidays away from hell
School books thrown down the well
Then back to school again to days of terror
And pain up early facing hell.
Peter Dome,copyright.2014. July.
The year was 1956
and I distinctly recall
my mother's lovely face
as she told me
Szererlek (I love you)
and as I seen her lovely smile
I remember her face
as she held back bittersweet tears
tying to hold the impression
that everything was alright and I
as a youth did not fully
comprehend the situation
going on at the time.......
I asked my mother
Anyu , miért sírsz ? (Mother, why are you crying?)
and she replied....
Ez semmi fiam , én rendben lesz
(It's nothing my son, I will be alright)
all while hearing the rough and
very bitter voice of my father say......
Nidia , te ribanc ! hol vagytok ?!
(Nidia, you whore! where are you?!)
all while she bitterly weeps
going to his side again, once more
in his violent tone he says......
Nidia , te kurva ! hol van az italom ?!
(Nidia, you ***** ! where is my drink?!)
all while she wept quietly
going to the refrigerator
and getting his stale
cognac and bitter wine
all while these two drinks
have not even gotten cold yet......
She serves him the drinks
he spits them out, get's up
and says.....
Te hülye kurva !, akkor soha semmit van!
(You stupid whore!, you could never do anything right!)
as again I see daddy, giving mommy
one of his usual love taps
a punch to the stomach
and a slap to the face
all to match the black eye
she has already received.....
It is 12:00 at night
I lay in my bed......
mommy kisses me goodnight
and she says in a soft, calming whisper
Ez semmi fiam , én rendben lesz
(It's nothing my son, I will be alright)
all while daddy was asleep
in the other room, knocked out from
having his usual
cocktail of painkillers,
stale cognac and bitter while
this time...... it was cold
Mommy tucks me in
kisses me on the forehead
cuts off my lights
and says.... jóéjt fiam (goodnight my son)
I..... still awake, and with
the inability to slumber
I sneak out my bedside
and witness in my mothers
hands, the Ak-47 assault rifle
that my father had stole
during the Hungarian revolution......
My father (who was knocked out)
was unaware of what was staring
at him in the face......
and my mother......
with her hand on the trigger
says in her melancholy voice......
ez a vég.....(this is the end.....)
and puts a bullet through his head.....
Well, get up on time,
See your days pass by.
Don’t ask questions,
To leaders of suppression.
Cause court is in session.
Obey this do that,
When you go out,
Don't wear hood or hat.
Ah, eat more Tyson food
City gave us a candle,
Ask for a meal, they might be in a good mood.
Lights, camera, action,
Fake your true reaction.
College teaching us
Basic subtraction,
Wondering if it’s all distraction
To what we love to do
Ah, sulfates in shampoo
Don’t complain about
Government voodoo
Whatever you do
Whatever you see
Don’t take it too personally.
Cause you might change the world
May do what they don't want you to.
Might abolish greed,
And you might uproot their evil seed.
Ads littered on t.v.
It’s bait for the hook
Crooks stalking my Facebook
Someone’s in a fight,
But people enjoy and look look look.
Well, Billy threw up
That corn syrup.
Read your schoolbooks and shut-up.
Rise for the anthem,
Rise for the pastor,
Labeled dumb for not
Thinking faster.
Sally resisted two faced authorities.
Cells are filled with innocent minorities.
Ah, preach it on hills
Lights flashing in Area 51,
They shut down my windmill
I’m faced with a giant and my ammo equals none.
How is my grandson gonna live?
If all he does is forgive
Those who take and do not give?
I’m staying home today,
To relax and pray.
Ah but GMO is in my fruit.
Saw a man trade his soul for a nice suit.
Hypocrites smile with snakes in their boots.
Ben came home with black eye
Then left his mama without a goodbye.
Mamas sittin on the porch only to cry
For her son who is now getting high.
Last week he was a victim in a driveby.
Read all about it in the news.
Single mother of none in suburban town of blues.
Little girl taken in an alleyway,
Policemen said they'll find her another day
Unless the parents have money to pay,
You won't be seein her face, hey!
Little girl grew up hangin by street corners,
Asking for one night for only four quarters.
Meanwhile in Flint Michigan
The water is polluted brown but they ain't listenin,
So the citizens are thirstin’
For some hydration.
Metals in their water
While the mayor counts his dollars
The governors apologize
But it's just more lies.
Read all about it in the news,
Truth is kept hidden in suburban town of blues.
Let me take you back...
You told me that you loved me
You told me that you cared
You said that you would never hit me
And that you would always be there.
Well that was then and this is now
I'm sitting here with a black eye feeling less than proud
Ashamed is what I feel, embarrassed and less than a drug hound.
I didn't let you go without putting up a fight
I deserve an award cause I fought you with all of my might
How could you do what you did?
I'm your sole supporter
The mother of your kids
Raheen and Domineek, Nasir and Shakya
The mini me's of me and you
The lil' ones I would die for.
To them daddy is your name
Hero is your title
But what lies underneath is a snake with a rattle
Slanging in the streets and not coming home on time
Hustling your life away only for cooked crack nickels and dimes.
Yea you making money doing your thang
We stay blinged up fresh to def with
diamonds,chains,gear and ghetto fame.
But as you get deeper in the game
Your fist becomes your let out
It's hard to see what you're doing when you're bringing your anger out.
Why do you treat me the way you do?
Like I'm your foot stool and even your fool
You aint in-love, really you don't even love me
I just got a firm back and a sperm hungry baby sack.
It's over and I'm done
Finito Baby I'm not the one
Time's up for the headaches and pains
Bangings and beatings and downrating my name.
It's true our kids need a mother and also a father
As long you're in their life
With me you don't have to bother.
There's no need for me to linger
No longer will my life be in danger
Help is what I seeked and found
New peace and new joy is what I'm spreading around.
Go ahead with your bad self
Keep your riches and your wealth
You played me like a doll and then threw me back on the shelf
I didn't get any "Thank You's" or "I appreciate your all"
Not even a "Thank You" for help bringing four lives into this world.
Just like Spike Lee's movie
"Do The Right Thing"
I'm way ahead of it
Leaving you with your games
Something I should have done long ago
But I wasnt strong enough to stand alone in the cold
Now I've grown wiser, mature and afresh
I'm not doing something good I'm doing what's best.
Form:
THE PURPLE BRUSISES ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT LONGER THE PUNCH ITSELF THE TRAUMA OF THE BLOWS DOESN'T MATTER WHERE THE IMPACT THE PURPLE ONES HURT LONGER PERHAPS THIS IS WHY PURPLE WAS CHOSEN THE NATIONAL COLOR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS I SURVIVED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND YES IT STINGS JUST LITTLE MORE ESPECIALLY THE SIDE BACK HAND ALWAYS OFF GUARD NO MATTER HOW TRAUMATIZED OR CAUTIOUS I WAS HE MANAGED TO LAND JUST ABOVE THE EYEBROW LANDING ON MY BROW NOT ONLY DID I HAVE A BLACK EYE A PAINFUL KNOT OVER MY EYE I JUST COULDN'T EXPLAIN AWAY EVERY PUNCH MADE MY LIPS TEMBLINGS LIKE I WAS FREEZING TO DEATH SHAKING STUND HE WAS CLIMB TREES OUTSIDE THE HOUSE DRESSED IN FULL FATIGUE BLACK TURTLENECK WATCHING ME LIKE I AM SPECIAL OPT GO INTO GROCERY STORE WHEN I WALK PASS ALL OF HIS WEIGHT WOULD KNOCK ME TO THE GROUND DAZED FRAIL 120 POUNDS I COULDN'T MORE MY JEANS TORN RIPPED BLOOD ON MY KNEES MY LIP TREMBLING HE ALSO ENJOYED HITTING ME BEHIND MY HEAD ONLY BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ROOM FOR NEW BRUISES HE SELECTED RIGHT ABOVE THE BRAIN STEM VERY EFFECTIVE WHEN COPS ARRIVED HE'D STAND THERE SAYING I DON'T SEE ANY BRUISES IT WAS FROM HIS ARMY DAYS BOXING IN A BERLIN PRISON HE WAS SO PROUD OF THIS TECHNIC MY HEAD SPINNING DAZED NO BRUISES ON THE BRAIN STEM WELL NOT WITH JUST THE NAKED EYE TORTURE SQUEEZING MY FINGERS ANKLES PRESSURE POINTS PARALYZING TO SAY THE LEASET TIMES WERE DIFFERENT MEN WERE THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE HOLD WOMEN WERE EQUIVALENT TO THE CHILDREN NOT HER HUSBAND DIDN'T MATTER IF SHE ATTENDED CLASSES HELD DOWN A JOB WOMEN WERE PROPERTY I SURVIVED THAT ORDEAL ONLY TO FIND HIS COPY CAT ABUSER EVEN WORSE HE WAITED UNTIL MY SEVERE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY TO STRIKE HOW COULD I MISS THE SIGNS THAT STILL HAUNTS ME TODAY HE TARGETED THE ENTIRE FAMILY EVEN MY PETS PURPLE RIBBONS HUNG DURING OCTOBER THE MEMORIES OF BEING ABUSED LINGERS THE BRUSISES START OFF RED WATCHING THE BRUISE CHANGE COLORS RED BLACK AND BLUE PURPLE ALLOWS YOU TO SEE THE INSIDE OF THE WOUND YOU CRY A BIT SILENTLY WAITING FOR THE COLOR PURPLE TO DISSOLVE BACK INTO YOUR HEART REACHING OUT TO THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY SAVED MY LIFE GAVE ME HOPE AS THOSE PURPLE BRUSISES BEGAN TO HEAL SO DID I GOD BLESS THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY
Thanks;
it's been quite a year,
it flew on by.
Now it's that time again;
...to show our appreciation.
So...thanks;
thanks for nothing, that is.
Thanks for the food that disappears tomorrow,
thanks for the poverty and all the sorrow.
Thanks for making my rent run dry
...and sending our future into the sky.
By the way,
thanks for making my mother cry.
Thanks alot for the black eye
...and all the stress related violence that didn't have to be.
It really gives life new meaning.
Thanks for every tear I've cried,
thanks for caring if I die;
I know that if I get sick you'll really care.
Don't stare!
I've got no money anywhere.
Thanks for that, by the way.
The get sick and pay,
It's good way to deplete the population.
You guys really have a heart.
Don't pout, this ain't no guilt trip.
I know you don't care a bit.
You'd only cry if you dropped your wallet.
Thanks for inventing wallets, by the way.
They really save the day.
For whom though?
If we only had some dough,
we'd pay with cookies.
Now that's a way to live
...if you ask me.
Where was I?
Oh yeah...
Thanks!
Thanks for nothing, that is.
People only thank you if you give them something.
What have we got to say thank you for?
We give you everything,
you ask for more,
we ask for something,
we get the door.
Thanksgiving is misleading;
no one gives a hoot
...and for everyone that's giving,
no one gets the loot.
What can one expect?
The day is based on lies,
the pilgrims and all their crimes
are rewarded with a holiday.
Do the natives eat their turkey on this day?
Do the natives say thank you for forgetting us?
Taking our land from us?
Tainting our history?
Do real Americans eat turkey?
I doubt it.
Thanks for corrupting our food, by the way.
Thanks for destroying our water supply
...and all the crimes that you deny.
It gives daily life a certain charm,
all this harm.
Thanks for putting our lives in danger,
blaming it on strangers while you eat your caviar.
Can you not see the hypocrites that you are?
Are your mirrors broken?
I cannot find a single thing to be thankful for.
In the meantime, I hope the store accepts these cookies.
Form:
I have a horrible secret my 13-year-old best friend confided to me one day at school.
We were between class, and we had two minutes to sprint to our next class, as per the rule.
In opposite directions off course.
I did not hear anything the teacher said that day,
I had wanted to hear my friend, not hear him drool, or look at his hair of fuzz.
He called on me once, and everyone laughed. I had no idea what the question was.
Leukemia? Cancer? My mind was in overdrive.
After school I caught up with her right before she dove into her mother’s car.
What is it? I demanded, eyes big and wide. “Not here,” she told me. “Maybe inside.”
I tried again after I climbed in the car, but she shook her head ‘no’, hushing me.
My mind was going haywire, with the things it could be. Drugs? Her? Could not be.
I telephoned her the second I got inside my house.
What is it? I hollered. “Are you okay?” I was thinking thief, convict, killer, by now.
My imagination was going absolutely a hundred percent berserk as only it knows how.
“I’m a…..”
I pressed my ear harder to the phone. A what?
“A sleepwalker,” she whispered.
I thought I had heard wrong.
A what?
“A sleepwalker,” she hissed.
And I began to laugh.
Sleepwalking is so common in my family, we thought we had invented it.
We sometimes bump heads in our family before we wake up, and I told her this too.
“Sleep walking is nothing,” I shared. “Wait until you have what I have, then you can really boo hoo.
I’m a sleep fighter.”
Ever since I was little if anyone tried to pick me up and carry me to bed,
I would come up swinging fists, straight toward their head.
My dad got a black eye once, when I was about eight,
Because he tried to pick me up in full sleep mode.
Mom tried to signal him, give him a code.
But by the time he caught on, he had a shiner from me.
I have been sleep fighting since the age of three.
We began laughing hysterically, my friend and I.
Sleepwalking is nothing when you are a sleep fighter.
If you do not believe me, you should give it a try.
Written July 19, 2018
Entered Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton