Poem: “Reality”

“Reality”

The reality of my life is that I’m a caged animal.
This cage is where I’m living, eating, sleeping,
and waking up every morning weeping…
They’ll confine/cage me in a coffin that’ll separate
me from the outside…
Outside where a butterfly flies freely
Yet, I’m inside & outside is where I should be,
being that I’m INNOCENT & have repented
for the sins I’ve committed,
being committed and devoted to Allah is
what I’m doing,
relinquish all hope of being released is
what’s soon to happen…
The charges against me are inaccurate
and I’m not in debt to society…
I’m INNOCENT!!!
Yet, all of this is my reality.

The reality of my life is that I’m a caged
ANIMAL…
Drinking up all the Danimals back home
is what I miss…
Missing me back home is what my mom is
doing, enduring pain and grief as if
I’m DEAD.
I’m feeling like I’m dead,
I’m feeling like I’m dying…
If I die in this cage A.K.A grave,
I pray 2 Allah my soul to take.
This will serve as my testament.
I’m no hoodlum, I’m a revolutionist…
I with a profound passion hate the New World
Order regime era; we are ALL living in.
They’re reckless & relentless on becoming a
New God or Religion…Illuminati…it’s NOT
a conspiracy theory…That’s what I believed in…
The day I wake to see the light…
I want it to be a celebration. For I’m at last
FREE…FREE of ALL Reality.

Poem: “Anthony Reads His Own Palm”

“Anthony Reads His Own Palm”

I come from the heart of the streets
where the gorillas can’t be beat
And the untamed animals won’t
be defeated

Disasters happen and the darkness
can’t be treated

Therefore, I lean on my right and play to
the left
Hopin’ I don’t get left

I come from a family of animosity
But it’s hard to see
So there ain’t no need to let the father speak
Weaknesses and cramps
Working up and hard-headed like a concentration camp

I come from a short life so my life can
be cut short
So I gotta stay on track and pray to
The Lord

Titles

Everything has a title

even Title 16’s

They throw you in a cell

and a number is your name

And they will throw you in da hole

to make you forget everything

No clothes, no bed, not even underwear

It’s dark and dirty with rats everywhere

All I write about is being locked up

cuz all I think about is getting da f***

out!