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In 1967, fresh out of high school at seventeen, I boarded a northbound bus to the metropolis of the mid-west. After arriving in Chicago, while waiting to be picked up by a family member, I met my first con-artist who ripped me off for ten dollars. That's the way I was welcomed to Chicago. Chicago provided my first full-time job with a metal plating company. In 1969 I experienced my first airplane flight from Chicago to Memphis, Tn., and in the Spring of 1968, I witnessed a riot in Chicago. It was the most confusing, the darkest, and the longest night of my life. After turning twenty-one, I cast my first ballot in Chicago. Attended a Chicago City-College a year before enrolling in a four-year college from which I graduated in 1972. Fresh out of college at twenty-two, got married in Evanston, a Chicago suburb. In 1973, fourteen months after getting married, just shy of my twenty-fourth birthday, had my first child in southern Wisconsin, 100 miles north of Chicago. In 1974 at the age of twenty-four, I bought my first car in Zion, a Chicago suburb. Chicago was where I rented my first apartment and shortly thereafter, I experienced my first burglary at this apartment. Sometime later, while all alone on a dark city street, I was strong-armed robbed for the first and only time in Chicago. Where I grew up there were lots of alcoholics, but I met my first heroin addict in Chicago. I attended my first Major League Baseball game at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I did not realize until this week that there were so many firsts in Chicago, and I suspect if I kept at this there would be a lot more. May it suffice to end this journey with three more firsts in Chicago: First bike, first kiss, first accident(my fault)........
051520PS
Nomad in strange lands,
Doing it with your hands,
Not reprimanded dead,
But given an actor’s head.
Time to do, breadth and space,
So you don’t leave your trace,
Because your actions are private,
Since you are not an ape primate.
Caged within freedom and jail,
In there, but your jail is your wail;
The two realities are conjoined,
In an experience you’ve coined.
Knowing that right and good,
Exist potentially within your hood,
And that you’re free in your actions,
Of theft and burglary subtractions.
Although you feel it’s your height,
To take that which is your right,
You understand you are wrong,
That to your good friend you belong.
So you resolve every time,
To stop your criminality mime,
And admit to your friend malice,
And take the righteousness chalice.
Fractured, and torn
Inside I am warn.
Branded and burned
But it’s not your concern.
Splinters sting inside of my heart
Not sure how to pick them apart.
Seen so many lies draped in smiles
This is my life, these are my trials.
There has been a murder
A murder of trust
Many have lied because of their lust.
There has been a burglary
A burglary of dreams.
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Seeing things I don’t want to see,
Feeling things I don’t want to feel,
This is real
Signed and sealed
I don’t know if this can ever be healed.
I am over the manipulation that you think I don’t notice
It’s time for me to disconnect and simply focus.
The remnant of an old foundation still peeks through
It’s like every time I cut it down somehow it starts anew.
I have barricaded the city
The city inside of me
How can I get better if I won’t let the inhabitants free?
I have had just about enough of the games that come from the second sky
It’s time for a new beginning its time to say goodbye.
This is not my home nor will it ever be
I just long not to feel vacant, barren and empty.
But the war has been vicious and there have been many causality
This world has become one big disease to me.
The good that danced in the wind is starting to wind down
And I find it hard to carry on when no one is around.
I know too much
But know nothing at all
This is a blessing but also my down fall.
It’s like I’m speaking a foreign language when I talk to others
You know the ones who were supposed to be my brothers.
Judgments have been made and the verdict is in
The outcome is spoken with a sinister grin.
How witty
What a pity,
How direct
Their intellect.
How false their accusation
I am about to just change the station
I am about to just run
I know who to run too
Vindication does not come from man
It comes right from you.
One day I will see the fruit of my labor
None of you are my savior
But until then, I will persevere
Cast down every fear
Trample over all my enemies
While at the same time praying
they get brought to their knees.
By: Sabina Nicole
100 Onions
(The absconding of the onions)
(Onion bandit burglary)
In Waterville Maine today the rain stayed a little longer
100 onions grown by grade school students had been stolen
The children at Albert Hall Elementary grew the veggies by themselves
With teeny tiny student hands
Nurtured them and fed them onion nutrients and water
Protected them from harm
To give them to the homeless who needed them more than life itself
We are certain, that the homeless require onions all the time
According to our sources and correspondents on the scene
They can never get enough onions on their own
The children had to save the homeless. Save them now!
The young ones said the most distressful things like
“I’m sad”, “I’m very sad.” And things like that
This threw the community into a whirlwind of perturbation
Oh! What kind of criminal mind perpetrates such a heinous act
In broad day light or any time for that fact?
Is there no decency, no justice left? What about the theft?
What ever happened to stealing cars and robbing banks?
Isn't there more profit in those crimes?
Detectives will hunt this onion bandit down and show him justice
Perhaps at the end of a rope or headless by the guillotine
Or boiled in the chowder in New England soup, to bring him to his senses
Onion bandit burglars belong in dungeons and should be sued
We can only hope he takes the 100 onions home and cuts them open
And starts to cry for the “sad” and “very sad” young ones that he hurt
And have him pay for crimes against humanity and onions
There’s nothing worse than absconding with the onions
I'm on point like a crack house full of needles
like a sharp razor blade cuttin a wrist vertically
like a robbery turned homicide turn burglary
like a 30-30 wit a bayonet on the tip
like a nigga who's beefing heavy so he
tote's a stainless hawk and a 357 revolver wit the pistol grip
I'm on point like a box of thornes
still seeking the truth ready to die for it
fu(k it just call me Jason Bourne
on point like a ninja star and a swiss army knife
like the sharp pains a pregnant woman gets
in the middle of the night
On point like the halo tips rifle bullets that hit
innocent bystanders from a distance
on point like slavery days when white and black
folks went on the streets lynching
on point like David when he slew Goliath
like a new born baby wit no parents emotionally
crying like Jesus disciples when he was crucified
and his mother was crying
I'm on point like heaven rejoicing for the ones
who recognize the devil is poison
So, our house is supposedly haunted?
The rest of the crew laughed their petootsies off
Didn’t everyone watch Channel 5 News?
ghosts, monsters, ghouls, goblins and one witch resided here
She was the ringleader of the burglary ring
Sent them in and out of houses pilfering and looting
If anyone gives you trouble, use my cell number, she said
Homeowners always back down when faced with a flying witch
Their clubhouse was at 2300 Pennsylvania, and it was filling up
The gremlins had not paid rent for a year; they were getting tossed out
Two sheriff’s deputies were at the door now, demanding to see them
The witch stuck her head over the banister
Give the officers candy, she told the ghost who had answered the door
She wanted them to come back next month to kick out the gargoyles.
12/27/20
Moving horizontally and vertically
It was an accident or done purposely
It's been disturbing me
Nothing lasts for an eternity
You either do or don't live life worry-free
With no urgency
Even during an emergency
Regardless of the uncertainty
Working earnestly
Always showing courtesy
Going through hard times currently
Not giving one hundred percent, only one-third of me
From Cachagua to beyond Germany
The skies occasionally burgundy
On a daily basis doctors perform surgery
On patients with or without burns that are third degree
Close to or far from a nursery
As well as objects made with or without mercury
Folks sometimes committing perjury
And far too often taking things personally
It's absurdity
That they did a burglary
During their anniversary
I don't hate you
I know we do or don't hold the same views
They didn't or they knew
Wasn't always able to make do
Took one, time I take two
Working towards a breakthrough
Neverending Story, like Atreyu
I won't or just may prove
That I can pull my own weight too
Animal and human life is sacred
Waters getting tainted
An ugly picture being painted
Time continually wasted
A nation, ahem, I mean nations full of hatred
On a daily basis, topics being debated
Prices rarely dropping, usually inflated
In this way it hasn't been stated
Since life was created
Got to face it, if you want to make it
No matter if your elated or frustrated
And feeling devastated
Better save it, or you'll be annihilated
Yet another lifeform obliterated
Not fully aware of their situations
Or ready for any incoming complications
Unafraid of corrupt abuse of
power sharing a bed with
my abusive ex husband
Definitely changed my locks
after the graveyard dirt left
behind from mafia scum
corrupt Talisa shaw Alicia
Hilton jay Townsend Johnson
Henry Danita delmont oh
Danny boy or girl agents
agents left over from my
abusive ex husband brothals
obsession to my American
poetry sending a few old
hitmen from Gotti degenerate
crews leaving threats hahaha
Immature laughing seeing
a murdered woman Gargano
unsolved Chicago murders
Ha ha ha R Hondas sadness
rolling with Gargano garbage
faking their deaths extortion
of traumatic brain injury claim
on behalf of my injuries money
laundering Milwaukee drug smugglers
stash in order to commit heist
on disabled Americans and their families
For me the whole universe is a stage
The past, the present, the future, every people, every age
I ride on the wings of my imaginations and they take me to my next place
I can write on history, mysteries and on every thing my pen can engage
I am a poet, a poet
My pen and I are in perfect harmony
I don't write for fame, neither for money
My words are the explanation of my emotions
Endless like a sky and deep like an ocean
They tell my hatred, fears and devotions
I am a poet, a poet
In people eyes I can see the pain
I have the gift through which emotions can be explained
I sit alone in the silence of night, people think that I am insane
But by sitting alone, nature is what I see and peace is what I obtain
I am a poet, a poet
One moment I am kissing a girl, next I am in another century
One moment I am on Earth, next I am swimming in the lakes of mercury
One moment I am a child, next I am celebrating my wedding anniversary
One moment I am a thief, next I am helping to stop burglary
I am a poet, a poet
Last year I saw a white glistening olive tree
Neither of west nor of East
Which would glow even if washed my sea
It was full of fruit for animals and beast
There I had my dinner with angels and priests
Then I sat on the wings of my imaginations where I met all the deceased
I am a poet, a poet
Being a poet I have experienced a world with compassionate cries
A world where there was no act of kindness, empath dies
Where the wolves lives in sheeps clothing and devil lives in disguise
There was not even a single wise guy, a world full of lies
A dark place where the sun neither sets nor rise
I am a poet, a poet
I have also experienced a world where angels sing you lullabies
A place where nobody ever cries, and only love and love lies
Justice prevails all over it, even lion and deer lives in peace
Here the birds wake you up with their sweet melodies
I am a poet, a poet
23 September 2018
My Mom read the supermarket flyer
There was a sale on sparkling cider
I groaned when she said we must shop
When she starts, she'll never stop.
I pleaded, "Mom, in the study below
"We have sixty-three, I counted, I know
"Bottles cover half the floor
"It's hard to even open the door."
But determination was in her face
So I had to drive her to the marketplace
We cleaned out their cider without doubt
I carried four bags, staggered out.
I arranged the bottles on our floor
There was no room at all, not any more
Then she made dinner, and I went to sleep
While a burglar at our house did creep.
He jimmied the window lock, and climbed in
Fell over the bottles, made an awful din
I woke up to the sound of shattered glass
And an escaping thief, going fast.
So now I'm cleaning up soda on that floor
But I won't complain about Mom any more
She can shop for soda, and Angel Cake too
She can fumble coupons till the cashier turns blue.
The cops caught the perp, he smelled of cider
An international gang, the net got wider
All this helped Mom's ego inflate
My neighbors told Mom that she was great.
So all you who shop until you drop
You never know, you might help a cop.
And make a burglary plot flop.