Drumming Pains


Listen to the pains of the beating drum
Mental Anguish
The sounds of a mind taking a beating
Sent to the ghettos, stripped from their kingdom
Its hide screams at every beat that comes
Rhythm & Blues; Pain never sounded so good
Embracing our culture, if they only understood
Heavy bass on the beat soothes my mind on these streets
Nighttime, my baby went to sleep on my heartbeat
Voluptuous hips rock to the heavy beat of the soul
Synchronized to the sound of its own
A powerful nation, the beat of its throne
An unstoppable machine feared cuz they know
That soulful beat passed down for centuries
Voices are heard from lungs never empty – full of life
These drumming pains have history
So next time you hear heavy bass or that bellowing drum
Listen to its spirt; that beat where I come from

David Barclay Moore Speaks to DC Jail Book Club

Before David Barclay Moore, author of his debut young adult novel Stars Beneath Our Feet, even got a chance to introduce himself, he was peppered with questions and opinions about his novel from the high-spirited and inquisitive teenagers comprising the Free Minds juvenile unit book club at the DC Jail that meets every Tuesday. Read More

Nick’s Story

If you had asked me what I wanted out of life when I was 16, I would have just shrugged my shoulders at you. I wouldn’t have had any answers to questions about my future. I didn’t have dreams. – Nick, age 27

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To my loving sweetheart, I do admit
Even though we’re apart, my love for you will never quit.
You spark my world with your loving ways,
With pleasure that carries me through for days and days.
I miss you dearly and your pleasing personality,
That is surely pleasing and very special to me.
Truth be told, no matter how old,
Your love is so warm—never cold.
You are the one who won my heart over
Helped me to stay strong and forever sober.
You’ll always be my one and only true love,
As I thank our creator, our God above.
With you I long to be,
For a lifetime—once I’m free.
You’re more important to me than money,
You’re sweeter to me than honey.
With me—in my heart, you’ll always have a place,
For only you can put such a smile on my face.
I hope all is well for you out there,
And know my dear, how much, I-really-do-care.

Things of That Nature


Yeah they say I grew up where I’m not wanted.
Where my surroundings are beautiful,
and all the others growing look different than me.

But who’s to blame?
‘Cause I know I was planted here for a reason.
Even if the world don’t know or see.

They trust all the others,
with their pretty faces that just make you give them attention.

And their sharp bodies that make people be careful how they handle them,
if touching them is their intention.

Who’s to say I’m not just as beautiful, and deserve some respect and power?
Cause even though they’re roses and I’m a dandelion,
I’m still considered a flower.