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Racism - Engaged in War

The Black race is engaged in war
against an evil will,
the progress made in recent years
has come to a standstill

Our enemy is racism;
a wretched institution
you're either part of the problem
or part of the solution

Too many Blacks that 'move on up'
get complacent at the top
they may drive down old ghetto streets
but never do you stop

They lock their doors, they close their minds,
don blinders and rush through
oblivious to this raging war
convinced racisms' through

For every one Black that succeeds
two hundred go to jail
when one Black student makes an 'A',
at least four hundred fail

When prisoners of war escape
two things stick in their minds, ..
conditions of their captor's jail
and comrades left behind

Blacks can't forget from whence they came
or history will repeat;
in unity lies victory;
in division lies defeat

poem by Steven Taylor
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My Ancestors Still Speaks

Hear the Negros from my ancestors to the generation of young Blacks
Americans proudly say: Our black is united together around the world,
different ethnic backgrounds together we are one.

Our black stands strong through the evil of racism and diversity

Our black is bold

Our black is free

Our black lives on

My ancestors still speaks.

poem by Anasha Greham
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Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]

I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.

What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.

Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.

And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.

I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!

Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.

poem by Bri Edwards
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I am a man of black and white

I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.

I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.

I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.

I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.

poem by Randy Micheal
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The Tribe Has Spoken

When they walked along the trail of tears
The freedmen toted gear.
These blacks, who once were owned as slaves,
would be tribesmen, it appeared.
One hundred and thirty years have passed,
The Cherokee think it time
for a parting of the ways-
voting blacks out of their tribe.
Would Jeff Probst approve of this?
Would Survivor film the vote?
Casino money must be at stake.
It's quite the slippery slope.
Black Cherokees have been deprived
of their slice of change and hope.
Voted out of the tribe,
forced off the reservation
I understand Black Cherokees’
chagrin and consternation.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Inner Strength

Here we sit alone in an outnumbered fight
Led to decipher between wrong and right
And some may fail, at this joke that some of
Us call life
Yes at this game that some call life
But the system can't bail me out of hell
I've made this discovery and it has helped
Believe and one day, you'll do just as well now
As you were, you little puppet, you pauper, you
Freak, that's right
That's what some of them have said to me
So I object, and try to figure things out for myself
I'm building up full emotional wealth
(Chorus)
The inner strength, is what the hate, it wants
Us not to feel
It's time that we helped, there's no room to fail
You already know the way out of hell
All we got is ourselves, I have faith in that
Believe and one day
We'll put the system in jail, we'll put the system in jail
I made it through, scraped, black and blue
But so can you. I made it through so black and blue
But you can too, I made it through scraped
Black and blue
But so can you. I've made it through,
we'll all make it through
[As printed in CD booklet

song performed by by Flaw
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The children in black

The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black

The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black

The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black

The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...

The children in black

poem by Lillie Ellis
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Primer For Blacks

Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you are
to perceive your Glory.

The conscious shout
of all that is white is
“It’s Great to be white.”
The conscious shout
of the slack in Black is
'It's Great to be white.'
Thus all that is white
has white strength and yours.

The word Black
has geographic power,
pulls everybody in:
Blacks here—
Blacks there—
Blacks wherever they may be.
And remember, you Blacks, what they told you—
remember your Education:
“one Drop—one Drop
maketh a brand new Black.”
Oh mighty Drop.
______And because they have given us kindly
so many more of our people

Blackness
stretches over the land.
Blackness—
the Black of it,
the rust-red of it,
the milk and cream of it,
the tan and yellow-tan of it,
the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it,
the “olive” and ochre of it—
Blackness
marches on.

The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.

Self-shriveled Blacks.
Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession:
YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone.

All of you—
you COLORED ones,
you NEGRO ones,
those of you who proudly cry
“I’m half INDian”—
those of you who proudly screech
“I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins”
ALL of you—
you proper Blacks,
you half-Blacks,
you wish-I-weren’t Blacks,
Niggeroes and Niggerenes.

You.

poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Black Days Of History

(10/25/12)

The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept - of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.

They was brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin!
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.

Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.

But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.

FACTS :) 1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products, and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.

There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it -it tears me apart
Of all the people in this great nation
That have been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says there doing fine.

The "AMERICAN INDIAN" who had
Most all treaties broken and of this the
Government hasn't spoken.

Many families of five and more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me this is a crying sin.

The Indian charities having to buy
fifty five gallon drums for water
And many of them on "back order".

I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can't turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we're all
Sister and brother.

GOD BLESS US ALL

© L. RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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Words Of Wisdom

Killing us one by one
In one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is
The troubles in the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremly alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me
It means never ignorant getting goals acomplishes, nigga
Niggas what are we going to do
Walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas
This is for the masses the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin, better livin
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior, but were the superior
Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah
Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us
Honour a man that who refuses to respect us
Emmancipation, proclamation, please!
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs but the governments keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the home of the free
But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy
The constitution, yo, it dont apply to me
Lady liberty still the bitch lied to me
Steady strong nobodys gonna like what I pumpin
But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, its time to start nation building
Im fed up, we gotta start teaching childern
That they can be all that they wanna to be
Theres much more to life than just poverty
This is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom
Amerika, amerika, amerikkka
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor do you have any more evidience
Words of wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through
On with the knowledge of the place, then
No one will ever oppress this race again
No malcolm x in my history text
Why is that?
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Why is martin luther king in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I dont get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, they act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day Im gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The american dream, though it seems it attainable
Theyre pulling your sleave, dont believe
Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I cant explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came
Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgeting your brother thats living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle aint over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom
But the battle aint over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom
Nightmare thats what I am
Americas nightmare
I am what you made me
The hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
For four hundred plus years
You should be scared
You should be running
You should be trying to silence me
Ha ha
But you can not escape fate
Well it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall
By my hands
Amerika, you reap what you sow
2pacalypse americas nightmare
Ice cube and da lench mob americas nightmare
Above the law americas nightmare
Paris americas nightmare
Public enemy americas nightmare
Krs-one americas nightmare
Mutulu shakur americas nightmare
Geronimo pratt americas nightmare
Assada shakur americas nightmare

song performed by by 2 Pac
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Black History

Boom, boom, boom!
That was in 1530 to the Slave Trade;
My Mama told me so,
My Papa told me so,
In the name of our ancestors gone by;
Slaves for arms,
Slaves for powder,
Slaves for hardware,
Slaves for spirits;
Boom, boom, boom! !
All over the West Coast of Africa!
Today, i am a Blackman to tell you a story.

Black History, the Black African, the Black Race;
Of my ancestors gone by,
Boom, boom, boom!
Black head, black sugar, black coffee;
Where are the true identities of the Blacks?
That was in 1530 to the Slave trade.

Black History, black love;
A Black Race to a call.
Tap your fingers and do think about it,
My Mama told me so;
Bllack shoes, black phones;
With the Black History gone too soon,
My Papa told me so.
Black hair, black eyes;
The black coal to steam up the engines!
In the name of my ancestors gone by;
But, where are the black pens of love to share?

Do think about this and learn from it,
Boom, boom, boom!
A Blackman in the house to tell us a story;
Where is William Wilberforce?
Where is Thomas Buxton?
Where is Granville Sharp?
What about the Slaves? !
These men need to tell us more;
They killed my ancestors softly without compensations!
Black love, black stream, a black home to live in;
Like 'Naughty By Nature',
I've got 'Queen Latifah' to tell us more.

Of the Black Songs,
Of the Black race,
With a Black-Limo to keep us going;
This Slave Trade was a Black History to us all.
Boom, boom, boom!
Do contact Africa to learn more from this;
Like a black bird, a black cat and the black fingers! !
Do contact Africa to see things for yourselves.
Oh Blackman,
When are they going to admit to what they did?
Like a Black Ninja in the house,
Do know your history before you destroy yourselves.

Boom, boom, boom!
The very sound of the Slaves marching on;
This is our colour and, we have to respect it.
Black Cop, Black Soldier;
A Black Marine to a call,
We still have more to learn from each other.

Black wine, Black Doctor, Black People;
Know all about your history.
About where you came from and,
Where you are today;
Black seed, black marble, Black Prophets!
We still have more to learn.
Slaves for arms,
Slaves for hardware,
Slavces for powder,
Slaves for spirits;
Boom, boom, boom! ! !
Black beauty, black sea, black pot;
Black Nurse, black melody, black stamp;
Know your history always.

Of the freed Slaves from England to Sierra Leone,
With those from America to Liberia! ! ! !
Today the Black Panther is here to stay like,
The Black Writer.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The School System

The school system
was not designed for us
Mexican-Americans
america is not designed for us
in school we learn
about wars, time periods this and
that
in only two colors
white and black
racism comes in many colors
its just not between white and black
its more like human to human
there is racism between every
race
and Im tired of seeing media only focus on the two
how can I be motivated as
a Mexican-American when all
I read in class is about
black and white culture and
how they clash
the school sysem was
designed by whites and blacks
and not for us...

poem by Jeremy Rascon
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I Am A Black Man

I need a land to have the peace of my mind!
But not where, people hate blacks! !
Because, i am a black man! And,
I love the colour which, the Creator gave me.
He knows why He painted me black and made me a black man!
So, why should i worry?
I love it and, i am very proud to be a black man.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black Mountain Blues

Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Babys grubbing whiskey
Oh shes practising ? ? ?
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
They use ground butter
Just to sweeten the tea
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
Then she threw me down
Well, old black mountain
Cant keep man in jail
Well, old black mountain
Cant keep man in jail
Sure to call him guilty
Judge will cry and bail
Im bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Im bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs

song performed by by Nick Drake
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Where Do We Go From Here?

The parole board it seems lets vicious criminals out of jail,
For their own special secret reasons and many hidden details,
And you're not allowed to know because not one bit of this makes sense,
Vicious killers walking free and this they say, is not nonsense.

The federal parole board releasing prisoners is the curse,
And we are the sick people in need of a political nurse,
Why can't we leave the vicious criminals in jail and lock the doors?
Who is running this show up there and who are the directors?

Is there something wrong here that we're not allowed to notice or see?
Why are all their left-wing legal aid lawyers jumping with glee?
Surely someone somewhere can stop this decent into hell,
A politician who could return us to when things went well,

DEC 5th 2010

poem by James Bredin
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Black-streets I

Black-streets, actress, rest, rests, bless, best, east, crabs, less, bats;
Let it be clean and learn from my sweet love!
For, there is no plcae like home.

Black-streets, black, street, streets, ace, aces, bat, era, are, ear, ears!
In the land of peace and in the land of joy;
But listen to me when i do speak,
For, true love is better than the bullets of war! !

Black-streets, eras, sea, seas, tree, trees, see, sees, lack, lacks, sack;
With samples along to guide you my love! !
For, your steps out there should be guided by the real sytles of life.

Black-streets, sacks, Blacks, as, back, backs, at, set, sets, sat, seat;
And like the real taste of love in the land of peace!
But, try to live up to the expectations of the laid down laws.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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From My Perspective

From my perspective
I believe that Tupac Shakur was a victim of racism
So as Nelson Mandela, who fought through courage towards the bright light
Tupac was not just a rapper who stood up for young Black males
But an icon to me, a prophet and a voice of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
And all the unmentioned prophets
There are many examples of such prophets, the other one Is Biko
He is the hero of me, although we still fight the battle within the minds black
Away from the now foreseen ‘Tribal racism’
I remember the time they released Mandela from jail
I was eight years old,
That was a good day for me.
I also remember the time they assassinated Chris Hani
It was just after my birthday, April the 9th
That was a sad day for me
Although all the true stories are never told
My perceptive forever hold
Your perspectives forever hold
After all, this is Africa the truth here is served dead and cold

poem by Sicelo Sithole
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Black-streets II

Black-streets, seats, base, bases, eat, eats, ate, tea, ask, asks, trace, least, seer;
But, try to succeed in life by doing the right things always!
Because, it is better to help one another than living in hatred and wars.

Black-streets, race, races, traces, track, tracks, tar, tars, star, stars, east, seers;
With the works of love being manifested in the land of joy! !
But try to live by the rules and be able to achieve your goals in life.

Black-streets, art, arts, rat, rats, beat, beats, treat, treats, beet, beets, beast, bleat!
With many years of work and many years of experiences;
But, it is better to share with one another in peace, unity and joy.

Black-streets, Beck, bet, bets, belt, belts, let, lets, brass, bass, cake, bee, bleats;
Preparing the meals of love to share with others!
For, it is better to give than to receive.

Black-streets, cakes, lake, lakes, leak, leaks, cab, cabs, crab, be, bare, bear, bears;
Walking along the streets to understand the ways of life!
Because, this world was made with love and, we have to live in love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Two Different People

Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Living Together

Why does mankind hate people based on religion and race?
Is it ignorance, education, or governments deciding our place.

For people are people regardless of the color of their face.
And the love in our hearts is an example of God's grace.

European people are the most powerful people under the sun.
Asians, Blacks, and Jews are constantly under the economic gun.

But people should not be exploited because of the color of skin.
White people must reject racism for a world of love to begin.

But are not Blacks, Jews, and Asians also guilty of racism?
For some of their religious leaders are advocates of separatism.

Now all people, whites, Asians, Jews,and Blacks, live on earth.
For racism will show God how much our souls are really worth.

All people will die and their bodies will stink becoming dirt.
And the devil will have the souls of all racist to forever hurt.

For Love is the most powerful force throughout the world.
Conquering all obstacles and causing racist minds to whirl.

We can't take money religion family or hate when we die.
But we can take love, and send it back to those who will cry.

For only love will cure any grieving and lonely heart.
And cause a no-good son or daughter to give life another start.

People are just human beings regardless of their ethnic pride.
So people should try to constantly look spiritually inside.

So forget about religion racism and discriminating government.
Because only Brotherhood will eliminate all bills and the rent.

poem by Raymond C. Russell
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When Innocence Doesn't Matter

I've been there before
When I wasn’t even guilty
What they found didn’t belong to me
But they made me feel so filthy

Put me in hand cuffs
Then put me in shackles
While they put me in the police car
I swear I could hear evil cackles

You’re gonna get it now
You won’t get out this time
Your gonna do a bid
For your freaking crime

But Your Honor it’s wasn’t mine
But it was in your CAR
But still I don’t smoke that stuff
Must have been the guy from the bar

I was a little bit drunk
When this guy asked for a ride
He didn’t look very scary
So we both went outside

Took me a while to find the car
And unlocked all the doors
My new friend buckled up
With his feet planted on the floor

Where to I asked him
Just up the road a bit
Then he lit a pot pipe
And took a deep hit

He asked me if I wanted any
that’s when I saw the flashing lights
I told him I don’t do that shit
But thought what a freaking night

Then we got pulled over
There was so much smoke
I couldn’t prove I didn’t hit it
That I didn’t a toke

So in the car I went
And they took me off the jail
I had to call my dad to help
But he couldn’t make the bail

So off to jail I went
I was innocent of possession
Now I was really mad
And filled with depression

What I didn’t know
Was that he had a gun
He left it my car
When he couldn’t run

They told me it doesn’t matter
Whether or not I draw
Cause when it’s in your car
Possession is the law

The other guy went to jail too
But that don’t bother me none
I can’t believe I was so stupid
To give ride to a guy with gun

I was going off to jail
For three hundred days
Course they lowered the charge
But in prison I still had to stay

I would get off for good behavior
I wasn’t criminal, of course I would
So after one hundred and fifty days
I finally got out for good

poem by Linda Racaniello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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