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mistakenly me...
I was walking down the street minding my own business
It was near dusk it was getting dark walking across the line onto the sidewalk
I was by chance inquiring in my inquisitiveness wondering what the siren was What was the business?
As one police car railed by me
I imagined and thought what if they were looking for me
And then suddenly and my peripheral vision I did see
Heading toward me police officer rallied saying halt as he approaches me
Mistakenly me
Following his loud boisterous instructions as he tells me to get on my knees
By the time I get down and get there he already has me my hands in the air
He cuffs me, seemingly unfair read my Miranda rights in 4 seconds it seems
I was told this is suspicion the suspect matched my description
We were both African American medium brown with black curly hair?
But alas the suspect was six foot three, well I'm only just 5 foot 6
The suspect was skinny unlike me with a media muscular built
Mistakenly me
Seem not to matters to them though all I needed was one of color or you see
The assailant had lied accuser had lied to save herself from an alibi
Just because I was close to matching I was placed without compassion inside
a jail cell
Guilty until proven innocent how is incarcerated being a look alike mistakenly me
Until my trial date my freedom is inadequate
Stopped question handcuffed UT and in prison...
This is how that night I was someone losing my freedom
Freedom to nothing to somebody I am mistakenly me
Now proven innocent released and forgiven
freedom to nothing to something, I've been exonerated forgiven;
Mistakenly me
3/22/19
Freedom to Nothing to Something Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Delilah Ventura
I heard about you from my from my mama's mom
Heard about you when my parents took me to church
Heard about you from the people in the aisles
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you in a jail cell
I've heard about you in the hospital
But I was wondering while I was listening
Are you free and able take to heal my condition
Are you available to come into my life, my life
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you when I was just four
I heard about you when they slammed my hand in the car door
I heard about you when my PaPa died
I heard about you all my life as I ask the questions why
I heard about you in my dreams
As I wait I cried I heard about you in my prayers at night
I heard about you you can change my wrongs into right
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you in the daylight
And your name was, and your name is Jesus Christ
And God the Father and you're the Son
I offered Wonder when you come
The way you left and the way you return
Vertical but with power you restored in me a chance of Grace
I plunge ahead engaged in rage but I found solage
I found restraint, I Found You Lord at heaven's gate
They talk about you in the news
I heard about you and man's views and now I confess and I realize
I am blessed you're by my side
I heard about you from my mama's mom
I heard about you when my parents took me to church and when I was young grandma died And my brother cried when father died I heard about you and stories of lore
I heard about you as I done my chores
I heard about you and what you done for us
You laid your body your life down on the cross
I heard about you I heard about you your Father's name is God
And your name is Jesus Christ
written by James Edward Lee
06/24/1974
(from the demo cassette/LP "The World Will End Tomorrow" 1974(c)
He was right at home with 'being himself',
And had 'never a longing' to be anyone else.
To others, it was as if he was in a jail cell,
But from his perspective, all was well.
It seemed, in a cave, forever he would stay,
And there was little he ever wanted to say.
For sure, he was shy, preferring to be alone,
And in a cocoon is where he felt right at home.
In time, nature forced his exit from the shell,
And he was then compelled to show and tell.
A boy named Bobby came along, and Terry changed.
Bobby didn't see Terry as someone acting strange.
Before Bobby, everyone simply stood and stared.
Terry was 14 when Bobby expressed that he cared.
Fortunately, Bobby and Terry became the best of friends.
Friendship was the key that unlocked Terry way back then.
Ich binn ein Berliner
I somehow went to Berlin in 1937
it was time travel I can't explain
I saw the date on a newspaper in the Alexanderplatz
After looking in shop windows for an hour,
I realised I had an opportunity to kill Hitler
there were lots of pictures of him
people were staring at me, I looked like a foreigner
a policeman wearing feldgrau asked me "Wo sind deine Papiere?"
I spent the night in a horrible jail cell with some men I thought sounded Jewish
the next day I was at the American Embassy
the Ambassador was an old man wearing a rumpled grey suit
and he spoke with a Southern accent
I said "I want to kill Hitler"
he stared at me and told me I was in danger
he bought me a ticket to America
I ended my journey of seasick travelling
at Kemp and Hebert's department store
in the Liberty Building in Spokane, Washington
Lisa comes into my room and flops on the bed. The day had been uncompromisingly gray, windy and cold. The night sky was a snowy, blowing darkness, an absolute void that absorbed the campus lights and reflected nothing back. “I’m missing Spring Break,” Lisa she says.
“It doesn’t even seem like Spring Break happened,” I say. “Most Yalies went to Puerto Rico this year, I think, from my sampling.”
“RIGHT?” Lisa said, “EVERYONE says that - we’re in sync. But *I* enjoyed Paris,” Lisa continued, “I liked your family - no - I LOVED your family,” she amends.
“THAT’s a strong take,” I say, chuckling.
“I watched basketball with your uncle (Rémi) and cousins and helped your grandma cook,” she explains, “I felt like a part of your family.”
“Aww,” I say, “You ARE part of my family now - you’re TRAPPED,” and we laughed.
They invented spring break because after several months, the student mind starts to notice a harsh reality - how much their dorm room resembles a cinder-block jail cell - and starts to wonder how a lifetime of study and stress over grades has gotten them no further in life than the average felon.
We’re at lunch. Lisa says, “Ok, what’s new with you?” Keep in mind we see each other ten times a day.
“Well,” I say, I’ve decided that “The Beatles are for spring.” Lisa laughs. “Stop!” I demand, “I’m going deep. Today’s song is Julia,” I say, “It’s John Lennon’s song to his mom who was run over by a car when he was a child.” “I love that song,” Lisa says.
“Ok, what about you?” I ask.
“My song right now is “Move like a Boss,” Lisa says, “When I’m walking across campus, with my air pods on - I’m intense, don’t get in my way - I’m dangerous, I’ll Will Smith you - I scare me.”
“Good to Know,” I say, wishing I’d gotten a lemon brownie.
Then add, “I’ve got this presentation on Monday that I haven’t even had time to *look* at yet. If I don’t get on it by this weekend it’ll be a nuclear-level disaster. I started on it yesterday and the Internet went down for 20 minutes. It was stressful - of course, you don’t know how long the outage is going to be when you’re IN it - and I had THINGS to do - is that convoluted? ”
“No,” Lisa says, nodding in agreement, “losing the Interweb’s traumatic.”
I decide to text because texts are never misunderstood.
I lose my best friend and my husband in the same day.
Not to each other, just to me.
So the next time I have something important to say
I call the person up and try to tell them on the phone.
She ends up hanging up on me.
MOM!
Third time is a charm
For I learn things at least three times before I get it.
I go to their house and burn a cat-shaped haystack.
Neighbors come out and hold me until the police come.
Frankly I am not great at communication apparently.
So now I am sitting in my jail cell writing day by day
Wondering if I am reaching anybody
Not really caring
Just wondering….
Here I stand before you a black man, a poet
a religious leader on the low, I represent the people
who want freedom but are too scared too fight for hope
I'm America's nightmare but Dr. Kings Dream
I'm sumthin this world has never ever seen
you see people wanna change but don't wanna battle
I'm here to abuse freedom of speech like
disobedient children gettin beat with a paddle
I'm here to put my people on the map
without the strike of a fist, I'm one of God's angels
who was lurkin in the shadows under the abyss
I got the patience of the old wit a young mans soul
I'm the man wit the gavel in an all black robe
I reside on the throne blessed, sanctified, and gifted
I'm that perfect example of what the 12 tribes
of Israel are spiritually missing
I'm Nelson Mandela in a jail cell when he was losing his mind
I represent every positive rap artist
that didn't get promoted or signed
I'm a suicide attempt just before thinking the thought
I'm a two time felon riding wit a brick of coke
gettin pulled over by the police about to get caught
I'm the one who's gonna stop this black holocaust
before the African American race is extinct
I'm the thought you second guessed
the moment you missed because you blinked
I'm Saul on the road to Damascus being used by the Lord
I'm Heaven itself rejoicing when the doctors cut my umbilical cord
I'm every Christian on the face of the earth
who thought they were about to lose it
I'm God's child, The Lord's Messenger
and I am The Black Revolutionist
My pride feels like chains on the inside
And it's keeping me from living free
My mind is playing tricks on me
I don't know what to believe.
I know I'm free Jesus
Already died for me on Calvary.
Still I travel like I'm trapped in captivity
I'm only interested in me and what I need.
No matter how much I hurt my family,
I can't see where I'm going walking blind.
My pride is a mind trap with a firm grasp
It's following a path like a road map.
I can't succeed in life doing it all my way.
I'm walking in the dark,
When I let my pride lead the way.
Always trying to do everything my way
I'd rather be lost and confused,
Than be at peace being led by your truth.
My thought process needs to transform
Like a stage when you change the platform.
My pride has a grip on me,
Pride has a grip on me
I'm going through a heart exchange
I pray my old habits
Don't return like a boomerang.
Am I so full of pride, that
The only thing that really matters
Is what's on my mind?
I hate this feeling I have on the inside
My head is so full of lies, call me Mega Mind
All it does is feed off lies like a life line.
I'm going in a direction that will only fail,
I can't continue on this trail.
If I do then I'll fail like
trying to fly a kite in the hail.
Pride has me behind bars like a jail cell and
I can barely take pain can you tell?
I have nothing to gain,
No matter how hard I try to clean the stain
The pain still remains the same.
I'm fighting a battle that has a painful punch
Like when you eat too much food for lunch
God I want you alone at the center
Of my soul in absolute control
My pride feels like chains on the inside
And it's keeping me from living free
My pride has a grip on me,
Pride has a grip on me
The Bible says "thou shalt not kill"
now proudly join the army lad, and go kill,
come back home, and follow your Bible again.
O middle class, your fathers built your homes
with union help, now disperse those union halls
and happily work for minimum wage, six days a week,
chant bribed politicians working for hidden oligarchs
reaping 100 million dollar bonuses, crowded apartments
will suffice.
O Appalachians, your once proud mountaintops now
miles of desert, debauched by profiteers, unbridled by
regulations written by lobbyists, clothed in frothing
chemicals, drowning your despair in burgeoning liquor
stores.
O beautiful blufflands, along my Mississippi,
I see you now, your royal crowns
decapitated,
your limestone sand greedily slurped by
frac-monster gargoyles wearing saville row suits,
entombed in New York skyscrapers.
O broken occupiers, etch your days in Heaven,
on your jail cell wall.
Truths, all truths, build slowly,
but truth must fight on, for your children's children
will know you tried to save our people and planet!
...we must fight on!
....we will!
Its five am on the open seas
But I've lost all sense of days or time
I keep pretty much to myself out here
My only playground is my mind
Owners push for efficiency
To the point that sleeps just an ugly word
And to ask for leave for events at home
Is just considered completely absurd
I've missed children taking first steps
And many birthdays have passed me by
My chair is vacant for Christmas dinners
If I'm still loved i wonder why.
My room is smaller than a jail cell
Most times there's no signal on my phone
I read Gods word to find some peace
But i feel very much alone.
I've lost lovers who could wait no longer
Who found another's arms to hold at night
I've returned to empty houses
To live out my lonely plight
When i was young i wanted adventure
To sail free on lofty seas
I've seen many ports and cities
Where ships have carried me
My life is full of let downs and broken dreams
Perhaps my career choice was not so wise
To those who counted on me to be there for them
Please forgive me for the time i have denied.