Sometimes I hate to look at her.
So, I look away like she’s royalty.
I mean, look at her?
It takes more than eyes to look
at her. Honestly, she’s the truth,
no lie! I mean, look at her?
Light, sun and moon stops to
look at her. So, I soon lower my wings
to appreciate what it means to look
I tell you no lie, that I’ve ignored her
with pride but it was a gift for me
simply to look at her.
Not with lust or the physical touch
but spy how the world itself touches her.
Man, look at her?
For the sake of love & hate and what
it takes to get this straight all depends on
how we look at her. I mean, look at her?
© Kesau’c N. Hill
Excerpt from his book Serengeti Noise
About the Author
Kesau’c N. Hill is an ex-gang member who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of murder and sentenced to serve 15-years to Life in the California Department of Corrections. Fighting became a lifestyle that would accompany the gang world deathstyle. However, he would soon be mentored by an English teacher named John Murphy who saw past his tough guy exterior into something explosively creative.
He introduced him to the art of poetry and the power of the spoken word. He’d use that power to his advantage when his life serving Life became too difficult to bear. By defiantly writing poetry all over his prison cell walls “meaning” and “Passion” was discovered, hope and a sound vision was realized. Quite literally, poetry saved his life.
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