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Raquiem Hinton Poem
My life hasn't been the same since you left my side,
Until i see you again ill take our memories in stride.
Their isn't a word in the dictionary that can express my pain & define,
My better half that is missin', Oh Lord! how could this happen to a close ken of mine.
When we were together their were other duo's, but we could never be duplicated,
When one of us broke the rules, We! accepted the punishment refusing to be interrogated.
Reminiscing on how we laughed, joked & played & sometimes we got into a tussle,
But it wasn't a fight we learned to use our minds instead of relying on straight muscle.
I'll find other friends less than a few will come close, but none will be worthy,
So ill never try to fill your spot, but do like the n.b.a. & retire your jersey.
I'll do anything to hear your voice one more time my friend,
Until we meet again my mission is to fulfill our dreams to the end.
I envy you because you have already made the awaited immortal crossover,
Your legacy i will carry like a leprechaun & his four leaf clover.
When i speak to you i pause at the end hopin' you'll speak back,
Wishin' you were here to help me carry this world's trial & tribulation stack.
As hard as it was for me emotionally to carry on with this journey alone,
Your last heartfelt words ill forever use as strong continuous steppin' stones.
I can feel you lookin' down on me as you motivate me from a unique star,
It's been years since your death, but i continue to cry from pain felt from an internal scar.
Copyright © Raquiem Hinton | Year Posted 2009
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Raquiem Hinton Poem
Let me take you to a place where you are sentenced to learn,
And your deepest emotions are no ones concern.
Your head & face are shaved to a clean gleam,
And the only thing on your mind are freedom dreams.
No different color clothes, no different color mothers,
All you have now are white uniforms on cell mate brothers.
Your first day in you're mugged with strange looks,
By people who do constant push ups & read books.
You close your eyes & pray that it's a dream & you're in a coma,
Until you open them again to see & smell the prison aroma.
Your be is no longer a king or queen not even a twin,
But a 5'9 mattress & the width of a baby pen.
Your world no longer revolves around cars,money, sex & power,
But letters filled with love & visits from free world flowers.
Your emotions turn into metal to become stronger in this horrible thrilla,
As you & others are on a mission to turn skinny men into baby gorillas.
Through this period of time you have no one you can lean on,
So you fall to your knees & scream Jesus! please help me be strong.
In this type of world you can't have it your way,
So whatever lands on your tray is the meal of the day.
Breakfast,lunch & dinner is served at early hours,
No more private rooms no more private showers.
As day turns into night your stomach begins to grumble,
Your hoping a loved sends a few dollars to drop it to at least a mumble.
On one side you can get by with looks & charm,
On the other side you need Jesus & muscles to survive on a prison farm.
For those who've never been take heed & use good common sense,
Because you don't want to know what it's like on the other side of the fence!
Copyright © Raquiem Hinton | Year Posted 2009
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