I could not believe when I heard it on the news
That you were locked up for a spliff,
Before your mother could bail you
She found you beaten, unblemished and left in a coma.
The message that is been sent by the authorities
Not that I condone breaking the law
However do not be caught smoking or in possession
A God made herb
However, you can smoke in the confinements of home a
Which in long term puncture your lungs
Bore holes in your windpipe
Hey, what is up with that?
I heard you died, the so call police justice con forum they
could not tell it straight
Did you die from falling off a bunk bed?
Beaten by inmates or by cops
Which is the story?
However, from what many speculate of who perpetuate
The suspects considered seems hazy
I personally do not pick sides
I am for justice does not matter whom it serves as long it is
However, one wonders why this kid was locked up
For a misdemeanor
Claimed to be without scratches
Is it psychologically or professionally done?
Was it arranged now blamed by the mute and deranged?
I blame the system
I blame us
We never stood up when our rights were violated
We stood by and became voiceless
We allowed it to reach thus far
We cry has if it was sudden
As if we did not know this day was coming
We forget things so easily
Politicians jumping on this to score extra votes
Who sees the illusions?
Locked in manipulation
While many so call justice groups are missing in action
This is beyond murder, brutality and spliff
It is a bunch of things fused with aggression
A reflection of us as a society and people
Therefore, the temperature rises
I feel the tension and I know
It is coming
This is the spark for a revolution.
© Christena AV Williams
Excerpt from the book “Imperfect Paths”
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Foreword . . .
How many people can say they have not walked on rough terrain to get to where they are today? Most of us have been bruised and beaten to find out who we really are within; to find joy in this life we have been given. We are flawed beings with imperfect paths, and those turbulent journeys can either make us or break us.
It is easy to blame our past wrongs, the people who have tarnished our trust, and the bad bets the world throws at us. But we still hold the power to make a choice to become better than the humans who hurt us; to be the voice of change by learning from the experiences which have attempted to break us. Along the many roads traveled, the decisions we make will determine who we are to become.
Take a moment to walk in another’s shoes. The poets here have opened their Pandora’s Box, not to release the personal demons that taunt or once to keep them confined, but to share how to sever the weights one is shackled to.
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