Snitching Poems - Poems about Snitching

...A convict Mentality/ Is common sense to someone/ But, uncomprehensible to most/ People get it twisted/ They think an inmate and convict/ Are the same/ But they are not/ Two worlds apart/ An i......

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...I sometimes worry knowing poetry can be so subjective, you know And yet, I still choose poetic verse to enounciate my story, but doing so I still worry I choose poetry to mail my experiences t......

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...Black Town Fort Myers Florida Living in hiding for many years after the fbi relocated my family to Ohio after a very long investigation in corrupt officers selling drugs in the city of North chicago ......

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...Written: October 20, 2023, If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it's not going to achieve immortality. By Thomas Beecham ___________......

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...She's been ordering the kids around, After each child like a loosed greyhound; Since they have fine time for snitching found, She shall continue to them all hound... Now, she's instructing one......

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...Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love: Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more, Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!" He suppose to get a pa......

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...Who had gone to the Headquarters With my real age and a wagging tongue? Who at The Board pounded me with mortars From a determined snitching lung? I guess a fellow while still standing Didn’t ......

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...He is hitting and kicking in line the teacher whispers. He glares at both of us, probably figuring she is snitching on him. I just finished with preschool where no one was hitting and kicking. I r......

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...My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. Gather the sun's spears. Be careful not to step on the thistles of fear. Plaits are used to create the form. To achieve a slimmer epitome. Y......

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...My countenance, a melancholy After strange footsteps possess our balcony, Close to my two-room apartment, Now limitlessly a source of contentment.. I do anxious listening, The hairs on my ski......

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...In between the days and nights, a lot of people grasping their breaths, while the gangsters are snitching with demon eyes in the owl light. as if nobody is in bed dying, as if nobody is ......

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...Crumpling Paper By J.R.Wren Caw, Caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will always be true The crows don’t know a suit, a camera, nor a comma splice War Machine MSNBC has messy hair and forgot t......

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...Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win (part 1) By: J.R. Wren A wilting flower and a blade of grass No presumptions of the way things ought to be Feeding ......

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...I Came To the Medina Looking for my Palestina Baby my Baby Where are you? Still under the rubbles? Still alive my Diva Oh my Devina! The Highways robbers, The snitch, the pimps of the Dol......

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...Ever been hurt so much, you fall in love with being sad? I'm learning to take the good with the bad Maybe I wouldn't be so heartless if I ever got a hug from my dad Maybe that's why I write until ......

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