American Me (8/5/11)
The Civil Plight of the urban world is truly felt in the land that surround us. We work and slave often seem to not care if we live or die, succeed or fail. This week in The UGL, our host BLACKE ROSE, expresses the plight of the urban world. Welcome to America everyone. This is his “American Me”
Black Phoenix
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Such a powerful write from a powerful soul…a soul who speaks the truth. Only Blacke Rose! Love Ya!
August 5, 2011 at 7:03 am
Congratulations Black Rose, on a brilliant write. Such passion here and you hilite so much of that which is all wrong in America and the world in general.
August 7, 2011 at 3:36 am
Damn the graphics is tight
August 5, 2011 at 11:27 am
Wazzup Wazzup! Everyone Today we got a Hard hitting piece that touches everyone’s home. Our host for this week hails from La Porte, Texas, definitely learning from the School of Hard Knocks, Blacke Rose shows is strength and power in the ink he spills upon the page. So Come one Come all,, I’m calling all of you to show your love and drop your science…
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Chief Rocka #1
The UGL
August 5, 2011 at 11:30 am
Babylon Is Fallen
I’ve been liberated from my mother now for 200 years or older.
Shed more blood than the Katrina flood whether the water was hotter or colder.
Fought for the freedom of many people just so they can have democracy
But by the encouragement of the government you can still see the hypocrisy.
I’ve owned more slaves that Arlington has graves and some wonder how I did it
By putting them in a bind and enslaving their minds but I guess I’ll never admit it.
But despite the bad I’ve done some good as I’ll explain to you in a minute
I’ve lent my powers after to destroyed towers and yet some people were still offended.
I’ve allowed drugs in my neighborhoods causing major consequences and repercussions.
As I was hesitant to have a president who still thinks there are weapons of mass destruction.
I’ve caused for inflation for an entire nation and put more people on welfare
Made the medicine so high that the people have died because they couldn’t afford the health care.
I’ve traveled to foreign soil to get some oil and put my soldiers in harms way.
And yet the price of gas has been put on blast since at least 2001 in May
If you haven’t figured out who I am by now I’m staring you right in the face.
Plain and simple like a pair of dimples because God has shed His grace.
I am who the immigrants come to to live in a brand new place
I’ll do you one better by taking the seven letters that spell out I Am Race.
by Alex Spoken Word Frazier (C)
August 5, 2011 at 4:39 pm
I love the internal as well as the external rhyme schemes of your piece. I felt the rhyme as well as the rythme as the message marched in my soul. VEEEEERY NICEY done Alex.
Welcome to the LAB.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:31 am
Man o man this is powerful stuff…
Spoken like a true warrior and thanks for your service.
August 6, 2011 at 11:20 am
woooooow epic job man. right on point with this ink
August 6, 2011 at 12:27 pm
Man that was tight Alex! You did the thing with that love it
August 7, 2011 at 1:08 pm
this is an amazing challenge ………i am loving his piece. i so will be back a lil later with something
August 5, 2011 at 11:44 am
Love the challenge, not to mention the depth & honesty of the piece. Our nation is many things to many people, but it’s history is undeniable.
my country, ‘tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty
yet many are not free
this land where
my fathers died
still bears the shame
of the pilgrims’ pride
from every mountain side
a cry of desperation
should arise
cries for the inequality
rooted in truth
not allowed to be
languishing
over lives we’ve lost
in pursuit of liberty…
let freedom ring
Copyright Antoinette Dickson. Creative Commons License allowed with permission.
August 5, 2011 at 3:10 pm
Loving the tone and theme of your work here Lady A…. Write On
August 5, 2011 at 8:18 pm
Love it!!!
August 6, 2011 at 4:47 am
Wow, I really love this one. I appreciate how you incorporated the feel of the old with the reality of the new. Wonderful job. Welcome to the LAB.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:25 am
outstanding piece
August 6, 2011 at 12:28 pm
Antoinette you are amazing. Im feeling this piece
August 7, 2011 at 1:10 pm
COMPANY!
ATTENTION!
FORWARD!
MARCH! Into a era were serving your country has become WORTHLESS!
We return to from duty of serving and we still remain WORKLESS!
Our precious breath, blood, tears and hard earned SWEAT!
Was futile because the training and skills you gave me are now USELESS!
The Truth is, not all of America support us
We gave our lives to protect your mother, fathers, sons and daughters
Scenes of our deaths spread wide by many different reporters
So is too much to ask for our government to be able to afford us
The atrocities
From the Bureaucracy
Makes a mockery
Are we only government property?
UNITED STATES OF People Mocking me
Keep your fake Props for me
Cuz its not Hard to see
That I’m a soldier
The Real “AMERICAN ME!”
August 5, 2011 at 4:13 pm
wicked piece man ….lovin your ink
August 5, 2011 at 9:22 pm
It’s an honor Mizz Fab
August 7, 2011 at 1:13 pm
You know the message is spot on, but what I really enjoyed about your piece is all the great rhyming. I honestly learned something today. Nicely penned.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:27 am
Thank ya D. You know soldiers and former soldiers never get any real benefits from the people we protect sometimes. I k ow E gonna be through to rip this one!
August 7, 2011 at 1:16 pm
O SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rock on Soldier stay Army strong…we need you…we young buck (Non E5 selects lol) need you…
MUST I come in here and say something?
Must I? E? The Reaper Twin? The Hellfire?
August 6, 2011 at 11:14 am
WOW! the disillusionment of everyone with your country’s leaders is so glaringly obvious here on this blog. I have to say, I dont blame you either. A fantastic write Phoenix, well done
August 7, 2011 at 4:03 am
Thank you much Your majesty. Its an honor watching you grace the page
August 7, 2011 at 1:18 pm
wow.. killin it wit dis topic!..killin it wit that pen BR!..murdering thoughts and leavin it splattered Emo .. i will def b back 🙂
August 5, 2011 at 4:59 pm
I told you I gt your back Ema, can’t wait to see what you got up your sleeves
August 5, 2011 at 5:42 pm
MY AMERICAN ME WAS BORN WITH A HOT SPOON IN MY MOUTH
THAT BURNED ME SO SEVERELY IN ORDER TO KEEP ME FROM
PROTESTING AGAINST THIS COUNTRY THAT CLAIMS TO BE THE
LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE. MY PEOPLE
NEVER GOT TO EXPERIENCE OUR GOD-GIVEN FREEDOM AND
WE WERE BROUGHT HERE BY A SHIP FULL OF COWARDS TOO
DAMN LAZY TO WORK THEIR OWN LAND IF THEY HAVE ANYTHING
TO BE PROUD OF IT SHOULD BE THE FACT THAT A REVOLUTION
HAS NEVER TAKEN PLACE BECAUSE SLAVERY WOULD TAKE A NEW
FORM LET’S CRACK THE WHIP ON SOME TENDER WHITE FLESH AND
SOME OF YOU NEGROES WHO TOOK PART IN OUR DEMISE YEAH YOU
GONNA GET IT TOO. THIS COUNTRY AS OFFERED NOTHING BUT SHAME
TO HAVE THE WORD AMERICAN ATTACHED TO MY TRUE HERITAGE I
WASN’T BORN HERE I WAS BOUGHT AND SOLD HERE. THE AMERICAN ME
CAN BE FOUND UNDER A MICROSCOPE OR A MAGNIFYING GLASS, MY
SIGNIFICANCE AS BEEN REDUCED TO DUST I AM STILL LOOKED AT AS
A NIGGER INSTEAD OF A QUEEN AND A BITCH INSTEAD OF ROYALTY
MY KINGS HAVE BEEN MELTED DOWN AND MOLDED INTO TRAINED DRUG
DEALERS, WOMAN BEATERS, AND SEX-CRAZED FOOLS CHASING A DREAM
THAT WAS AND WILL NEVER BE THEIRS. AMERICA THE GREAT, AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
IT’S ALL JUST A HUGE UGLY NIGHTMARE THAT I AM TRYING TO WAKE UP FROM. I WANT
NO PART OF THIS FREEDOM THE PRICE IS TOO MUCH TO PAY. MY PRIDE, MY TITLE
THE EMPOWERMENT OF TE NEXT GENERATION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED AND THE WEALTHY
ELITE ARE STEADY ON THE RISE. THEIR RICHES ARE STILL EARNED ON THE BACKS OF ANOTHER RACE
STILL AFTER ALL THIS TIME TOO LAZY TO CREATE THEIR OWN PLACE IN HISTORY. THESE ARE THE
THE WORDS OF AMERICAN ME, THE ONLY WAY I CAN EXPRESS MYSELF FREELY BECAUSE I WAS CAUGHT
IN THE TRAP OF SILENT INVISIBILITY.
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August 5, 2011 at 5:40 pm
pure fiyah
August 5, 2011 at 9:23 pm
BRAAAAVO, Tamia. This piece has sooooo much power and knowledge. “I wasn’t born here, I was bought and sould here!”. This carries so much weight and truth. You work is empowering! Thanks you for coming through and a big Wecome to the LAB goes to you.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:37 am
Thanks for tat encouragement, I look forward to sharing the makings of me through my writings. I am honored to be a part of this post
August 7, 2011 at 4:34 am
Oh my Wow! Tamia this joint is vicious. The strength in this is bold and electric
August 7, 2011 at 1:20 pm
Well well well my American friend, you nailed it, boxed it and shipped it out to the embassy! You delivered the truth to your country. We are who they made us, if it weren’t for caring and responsible people in this world we would be even more tainted and corrupted. I really love how you set this piece up.
Wonderfully done!
August 5, 2011 at 6:39 pm
My American Dream
Oh say can you see
what America is to me
a stranger in a foreign land
that wasn’t my home
Or can we truly say it was not
when pictures on cave walls
in Hawaiian, Samoan and Polynesian seas
depict a people with brown skin
on rafts coming to this land that looked
just like me
Let freedom ring
In this place my ancestors
gave their lives building
Toiling with every drop of their
sweat and blood knowing their seeds
would have to grow transplanted here
In this American dream
having to fend for theirself
to declare a shared wealth
As I pray that these broad stripes and bright stars
do not represent brutal beatings by police
leaving us murdered or even scarred
through the perilous fight
and that homelessness and unemployment
do not become my families or any others plight
I long to see by the dawns early light
an America that invests in it’s
citizens being champions in this global commerce
showing that we are the more
and not the less in our worth
No class structures, standing as one against poverty
using elbow grease and not lipservice
so the we truly have liberty and justice for all
Where not only the elite and wealthy
are the ones that get to make the call
This is the America I long for
when I look out from sea to shining sea
one that is accutely aware that for us
to claim United we stand
it truly has to be a place
that includes and not excludes
the American you and the American Me
(C) 2011 Terry Hart
August 5, 2011 at 7:25 pm
Terry, Terry, Terry. what a wonderful piece. I love all the component you incorporated in this, as well as the message. I also love the cleaver way you ended it. Wonderfully done.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:40 am
Thank you very much David! ….I am honored and smiling : ))
August 6, 2011 at 9:15 pm
i am loving what i read .what a gripping write
August 6, 2011 at 12:31 pm
MizzFab Les …I am rewarded by your appreciation, Thank You Gratefully
August 6, 2011 at 9:17 pm
Excellent word play Terry, and I love how your piece pulls the pride and strength out.
August 7, 2011 at 1:23 pm
MadeNamerica
by Urban Voodoo
I was
Made in America
Just like the Hollywood make believe
Stories that pretend to
Portray reality;
I was contaminated by a filthy
Syringe of injustice,
In a US pharmaceutical cage
Where no warranties would guarantee that the product of my labor would
Ever bring me a return on my investments;
Doctored up like
Mumias Case and
Bunchy Carter’s Murder
The bullet that shattered my brothers
Face still lingers in the back of my mind and I cannot get over the slippery feeling of blood at my fingertips.
There has been far too much blood
Shed in my brothas name
Grizzly rivalries
Every time the summers came
Made in America
Like auto parts
Shipped from chrysler
Pieced together half-ass
Like a repair job
Performed by a shade tree
Mechanic
Your affirmative action
Only prolonged the ebb and flow
Of deteriorating morality;
Made in America
Like the ridiculous ignorance
Of bigotry
We find ourselves on an assembly line
Of degradation
In a nation known for creating more
Criminals than scholars
Like a car accident when the gears slip
It don’t take much to make an otherwise normal man a murderer
Call it vehicular homicide
Where mechanical error
Is the culprit and I plead no contest
I had no steering wheel to guide
My community through
The harsh thickness of
Brushfire.
My tribe has been
Demonized like so many others;
Made in America
Like the lost child born 25 miles beyond the boder
Who can you trust?
We were all…
Made In America.
(This piece was inspired by the movie “Crips and Bloods: Made in America”)
UrbanVoodoo Copyrights Reserved © 2010
Yo BR man thanks for the invite…I hope that this piece is a righteous follow up! Peace and Realness!
August 5, 2011 at 9:10 pm
Damn, I am loving this one Urban Voodoo. What the hell1? So much knowledge dropped. Wooow. Great write.
Thank you for coming through. I would love to read more of your work.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:44 am
voodoo i am loving your ink.dynamic piece
August 6, 2011 at 12:33 pm
Listen, Urban Voodoo you dropped some rocket science in this joint!! Yo that was razor sharp!
August 7, 2011 at 1:26 pm
Greedy
Needy
Hopeless
And pathetic
Unapolegitic
America me
One nation under me , myself and I
Families fighting over that piece of that American Pie
Big dreams drift to wasteland
No longer land of the free and the brave
Now we a slave to the man
Work just to keep from dying
That got us on empty bellies
Begging please don’t shoot
Violent
Desecration
Humanity waste away
Like the economy
We are pathetic
Selfish
Heartless
American me
American made
Stepchild bastards
Hooked on cheating the system
Cause we are tired
Of working our ass off
And getting nowhere
Dead ends everywhere
And no one cares about us
So why still complain
They still rob the poor
And the rich get richer
Corporations the new enemy
Leading us into a new era
Where we can’t even trust one another
Cause someone always got a gun
High speed chases and every one is on mood stabilzers
I watch the channel nine news and wonder
when they will ever get back from commercial and
give us some real news
cause I know we sick of being lied too
america me
american made
empty and begging for more
we are man made self detonating hate machines
and its time we woke up
before things get better they always get worse
and they are already are taking
when we will take a stand and say enough is enough
when we will say we want a troops home
when we will go out of our way to assist the homeless in our countries
fix our declining school system
stop letting the government dictate our lives
when we will become a nation for the people by the people
we won’t so we must be prepared to fight………..
August 5, 2011 at 9:45 pm
I like, I LIKE
August 6, 2011 at 1:26 am
Damn, I felt the emotions you were emitting. I love this one. I can honestly say, I have seen your work grow up. You are a powerful weapon going off in the heads of our nation. Keep pushing and nudging the people until SOMEBODY wakes up. Great job Mizz FAB.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:50 am
They don’t call you Mizz Fab for nuthin! ThAt was Fab-u-lous
August 7, 2011 at 1:28 pm
The American Me…
Silently molded by words of “peace”
Instilled thoughts on how I should be.
How we should be…
You know, the American Me…Us
The only way to be.
The true colors of freedom
Hidden under the false threesome…
Red, white and blue
Political treason.
Hush…do not dare say such things!
For this is “our country”
We have been cheated of truth
Blind towards our youth…
Holding onto myths, just to try and fit in
To say, I obeyed…
No laws been broken.
Am I just Joken?
Politicians corrupted
Sexual acts being thrusted
Turning an eye to those kind.
The kind who would kill, and not be known to lie.
But you see…
Its us, not them
We are the ones who fail…
Cause me, you, us…
Should come together and take a stand.
Take over whats us, ours, our land…religion
Gain true freedom
As I desire to be the true American Me…
The best that I can be…
So our future children will live in better lands!
Better than paying Uncle Sam
And getting fucked over by the middle man.
Wanna join me in becoming…
A true American…
The American Me…You, Us…
The threesome that needs to be formed for freedom!
August 5, 2011 at 11:13 pm
What can I say? You said soo much in your write. If you spit any more truth, you will be cottoned mouth. Great job.
David
August 6, 2011 at 10:55 am
‘Take over whats us, ours, our land…religion
Gain true freedom
As I desire to be the true American Me…
The best that I can be…
So our future children will live in better lands!
Better than paying Uncle Sam
And getting fucked over by the middle man.
Wanna join me in becoming…
A true American…’
Brilliant piece and the above stood out to me.
August 7, 2011 at 3:57 am
Put the mic down and walk away! You just burned this page up!
August 7, 2011 at 1:30 pm
GREAT JOB MY FELLOW POETS GREAT JOB BLACKE ROSE WOW THIS DEEP MORE THAN SOIL AND CONCRETE WOW BRO IMA BE BACK IMA WRITE TO IT WOW>>>
August 6, 2011 at 12:28 am
I walk not in the mold of cold mankind
who’s statements are neither justice or blind
when on paved streets of gold people
go hungry and go cold
when life is supposed to be equal
but that apparently is to be found on a not in this life sequel
so
happily I give me…my American me to another cause
one that makes happy but I seek not applause nor
validation, because how could God just be jovial about
One Nation
I life my voice to allow a greater power to heal
the love and joy the greedy politicians try to steal
The happiness that war tries to sully
Big Businesses extreme bullies
I walk the pavement with a different message
One that can’t be stopped
I search this planet with a different flow
One that can’t be stopped
They see me and wonder
What is that power in her hand…..
I open my mouth and speak with the authority of a MAN…
Because
My mind has been trained to go beyond
Where mortal man must stop
I have conquered mental blockades
That they tried to introduce
See I know the source
of the enemies juice……
I am enlightened
Never to become bitter or seduced.
BABy
August 6, 2011 at 3:13 am
I too am enlightened. Wonderful write.
David
August 6, 2011 at 11:00 am
Well doen Baby. Love these lines ‘I open my mouth and speak with the authority of a MAN…
Because
My mind has been trained to go beyond
Where mortal man must stop
I have conquered mental blockades
That they tried to introduce
See I know the source
of the enemies juice……
August 7, 2011 at 3:58 am
I’m gotta say the cannons have been pull out, the gloves have been taken off and the poets are murdering this challenge. Baby, your words were like icing on a already mastered cake. You killed it
August 7, 2011 at 1:33 pm
“American Me”
I Pictured Me
Living And Touring
Around Paris
With A Beautiful Woman
I Wonder Is It Different
Food And Water In Paris?,
But Huh My Reality
Stand Too Damn Close
To A American Me
Yes A American Fantasy ,
Something I Will
Never Move Away From,
Something Great On The Other World
That I Will Never Know To See,
She Say In Her Sweet Voice
No Mate Don’t Save Up Benefits
To Come See Me
I Want To Come To America,
Over Cold Drinks And Warm Dinner
In Houston Texas Blue’ s
I Ask Her Have You
Ever Seen A Blacke Rose
Growing A Positive Glow
From Raw White Concrete,
She Post On Her Facebook
Status Hello My Felllow Mates
I’m Hanging Out In America
With My Good American Mate “Bell”
He Has Me In Houston Texas Blue’s
Reading And Listening
To A Alsome Fabric
Poem “American Me”
By Blacke Rose,
And Yes Mates I’ve Finally
Witness A Blacke Rose
Glow That Is Growing
Firm In Concrete,
Hey Mates I Tell You More
When I Leave The States…
August 6, 2011 at 12:04 pm
You always come through Bell and do what you do. Nicely done.
David
August 6, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Yup, love this one, as I told you on FB, excellent write
August 7, 2011 at 3:55 am
BEL you definitely came to rock this joint! Damn bro don’t hurt’em
August 7, 2011 at 1:35 pm
American Me (You, Me and Us)By David Cardenas
American Me is schizophrenic, you, me and us
It used to be in US we trust
But now a dayz, it’s not enough
I look in the mirror, not believing me
Eyes blindfolded to the truth, like I’m not seeing me
I mean, who am I really; Am I patriotic or a murderous thief
Raping my own integrity, despite my needs
Trapped in voyeurism, watching the homeless and children bleed
I hold my thoughts in trying to kill the feed
But it’s replayed on CNN, I’m revealed in greed
Hanging on to the bullshit that we are the land of the free
Home of the brave; it’s outlandish to me
We cross over seas, just a new place to die
I can’t hear freedom ring beyond all the mothers’ cries
Beyond all the others’ lies, I’m smothered by bureaucratic flies
Surrounding you, me and us as the Truth passes us by
I let my loose leaf bust, my pen crashes these lives
As we try to wake up, they sing us lullabies
But spew and cuss, NICE FUCKING TRY
I keep pointing fingers, at greed, capitalism, and lust
But they all point back to you me and us
American Me, I spit it with a gangsters bust
The game married me, with an aim to crush
Am I a psychopathic killing with the Grim Reapers touch?
I ask this as I inject heroin, smoke crack and inhale dust
I blast this, as my AK 47 mentality adjusts
I take myself hostage, like I’m Blazing Saddles
Tell you to back off this, venomous bites sound like shaking rattles
Got them chewing on that cud, like grazing cattle
But I’m all scarred up, like I was raised in battle
And as I squeeze on the trigger and the hammer bust
I find that the guilty party are only, you me and us
American me…
August 6, 2011 at 12:10 pm
Sick piece!!!!
August 6, 2011 at 1:38 pm
Thanks E, I was really inspired by all the poets who dropped such heavy weight.
David
August 6, 2011 at 1:49 pm
‘Hanging on to the bullshit that we are the land of the free
Home of the brave; it’s outlandish to me
We cross over seas, just a new place to die
I can’t hear freedom ring beyond all the mothers’ cries
Beyond all the others’ lies, I’m smothered by bureaucratic flies
Surrounding you, me and us as the Truth passes us by’
This is brilliant David. So very sad too. Well done!
August 7, 2011 at 3:53 am
Thank you Frankie, There are so many great writers on this page, I’m just glad I could contribute.
David
August 7, 2011 at 1:29 pm
Now that’s that Ish right there Ciph
August 7, 2011 at 1:37 pm
eNYgma is in here…lets get it…
Always felt the passion to serve, in my soul it burns in me
Lessons that I learned for me? The States are good at hurting me
Answering my nation’s call, I thought that it was God’s act
Mom told me “Not that”, and pissed I signed the contract
Wanted me to live my life and satisfy the grooms role
Thought that I’d be screwed too, wrong rank on his tombstone
Dad SHOULD be a Sergeant, but a Corporal in Marines eyes?
An insult; To her? Her son joining didnt seem wise
I blazed the path I wanted to, and if you asked it SEEMED right
I dream bright but if you ask NOW? I wanna scream right
No support we getting, and it looks the props are fake to me
They hating me, telling truth? Very few would pray for me
They ignorance is maiming me, stupidity is shaking me
The mission gon get done REGARDLESS so they aint breaking me
I cant get a mention on the news, I think thats kinda wrong
“Support the troops” yeah until “Dancing with the Stars” is on
Jersey Shore too and Teen Mom, truly what has happened here?
Supporting us? How could you? All you peeps are trapped in fear
My brothers coming back and hopeless, own throats the knife’ll slice
Many’ll never feel bad, no clue of what this life is like
A darn shame, where to go? Hell should be the option last
Again NEVER on the news, but I see it took a copter crash
August 6, 2011 at 1:38 pm
Very deep E, I felt the passion and the truth you dropped. Great write.
David
August 6, 2011 at 1:47 pm
Interesting picture of the You in your American Me…America is nothing without our military, you are appreciated.. Semper Fidelis
August 6, 2011 at 9:35 pm
I can only imagine your frustration at the little time and media coverage you and your comrades receive on all the sacrifice you make. I only hope this type of blase thinking about the men in uniform will change and you get the respect you deserve. Great write D.
August 7, 2011 at 3:49 am
eNYgm@ is in the damn building! That was murder E!
August 7, 2011 at 1:39 pm
Criminal Mind /American Son’s
I watched as they brought them in one by one,
Orange jump suit shackles from waist to wrist.
Head’s hanging low from the embarrassment of
being paraded around like a circus clown.
Theses are our American Son’s.
Emotionless,dazed at what is happening .
Kingfisher uneducated to the fact that they
are king’s unable to reach the jewels of their kingdom.
Bound by the life if the streets, the dope, guns
and fast cash addicted to the life of a thug.
These aren’t criminals but our American Son’s.
King’s that should walk with pride,shoulders up
back straight and head held high.
But yet these kings fail to realize to put pride in their
stride.
These aren’t criminals but men with criminal minds.
Trying to fill a void for a child inside lost
to a system and to a life of crime.
Crowns on the head’s of these kings jewels
on their fingers silk robes on their bodies.
But only shackles, cuffs,and a orange jumpsuit
cover their bodies. Reducing them to peasants
adding the label of rebel along with a conviction.
Kings treated and chained like dogs,where is the
help,I feel a need to help our kings,our American Son’s.
These aren’t criminal men but men with criminal minds.
This could be your son….it could even be mine.
American Son’s with criminal minds.
August 6, 2011 at 6:59 pm
“These aren’t criminal men, but men with criminal minds…” I love the poem and this line carries soo much weight. Very powerful and moving. Welcome to the LAB.
David
August 7, 2011 at 12:48 am
Thank you
August 7, 2011 at 10:17 am
To see someone you love chained and handcuffed and being unable to help them, would be such a terrible thing. I always believe in the adage, ‘Innocent till proved guilty’ Great write
August 7, 2011 at 3:44 am
Jazar that some real talk right there. I’m feeling this one deeply
August 7, 2011 at 1:41 pm
Congratulations Black Rose, on a brilliant write. Such passion here and you hilite so much of that which is all wrong in America and the world in general
August 7, 2011 at 3:39 am
Who are we
BUT noise silenced
Children of children’s violence
addicts of our own chosen addictions
molestations of morals and afflictions
Living in days where innocence needs ignorance
And a helping hand
Seems to slap you down until you land
In the mouths of judgments
And circles of the same sentiments
With no recognition of self…
Yet my souls an immigrant to this earth
So American Me? Doesn’t say shit about my worth!
I always be human first
And its a shame ….a feeling isn’t touched until its forced
And being human is easily forgotten and dismissed …just like this verse…
August 8, 2011 at 1:31 am
This verse nor your sentiments can ever be dismissed. Very deeply penned.
David
August 8, 2011 at 1:56 am
Yes oh Ema showed up! Lol. And she came through blasting. Truly a heartfelt piece mi hermana!
August 8, 2011 at 10:45 am
Hell American Me
My own natural born enemy
can’t help i was born in corruptions.
Born to discriminate against each
other ,hand fed spiritual knowledge
about a man…………
then they cast in doubts of his existence
hell american me……
didnt the script try to hip an warn on ,denominations
but the corrupt deceit keep hush on the secret
occults within
hell american me…
Built upon chaos that
runs among the serpents skin….
which this, corrupts…
feed the thirst
of american flesh within
the rattled tail taints every corner
from church,liqour stores and
concrete jungles.
.Hell american me
can.t help the shit they filter
as they play of like a game of chest..
buy sells us off
like stock and bonds…..
by our social security numbers…
Hell american me….
Most top officals that
don’t believe , try to move
the most high out to confuse thee…..
then blind our vison with the root
of evil…and make believing that they can
make a damn change.
Hell american me…..
as the controllers continue push in the
media rumors of war and interfere in
affairs they can not change
but refuse to butt out, because
of their non belief damn its written.
this fight is spiritual…….
Hell come out the american ………in me…….
All Rights Reserved Copyright © Kesha Murphy
August 11, 2011 at 2:57 am
Great write Kesha, I could hear this done as spoken word. Very powerful and the flow was phenomenal. Thanks for coming out and we would love to see ya again.
David
August 11, 2011 at 10:14 pm
Your welcome thanks for the invite…..
August 12, 2011 at 12:08 am
Awesome piece, blacke rose! your words speak volumes…
August 13, 2011 at 1:24 pm
this iz TREMENOUS !!! FLAMETHROWER spit!! ~SALUTE!
November 28, 2011 at 5:45 am