Prison
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Keine Ratte steht tatsächlich über dem Gesetz
Gerechtigkeit muss blind, fair, gleich und roh sein
Für alle, in einer demokratischen Gesellschaft
Ur life in the cage, must have been days keeping trucha...always Had to be alert. Shrewd, sharp, vigilant, watchful, but coming home u got me hurt... U walked on me like dirt. Maybe didn't mean to at first. But come on... could u handle me worse?
Fast and furious. Fast. Curious? Fast. Murderous. Fast,fast.
Blurry-rious. Fast. Gas...gas.
Mass. Over. Gas!!!
DEATH PENALTY!
By Frank Bustamante
You will never stop burning holes through my heart when I am alone and I am weak
Burning holes through my lip when I can't speak of you
Through my palms when I hold the hand of another
Forgive and forget,
But not too quick,
You gotta know what you need
Before you can contort the decree.
So value your time,
Metal rings placed
chains laced
around my
hands, legs, feet and waist.
How many times will I let this happen?
How many times can I let my family
be disgraced?
His eyes lit aflame
On a face of frozen stone.
His wintry mane hung wild,
Blending with his splotchy beard.
They said he had survived a snowstorm,
To care for their children, my big brother and me,
My parents would willingly part a raging sea,
The modern-day Byzantine icons, living, breathing saints,
A slash to my youth, their troubled life taints.
I’ve been told that I am crazy,
that I’m mentally insane.
daddy hEld mE dowN
hE smElt stroNgly of boozE
I want you to know that even though you're away, not a minute passes that I don't think of my Bae
I love every part of you and I don't just mean aesthetically, although, of course, you're gifted genetically.
It's late in the night i hear the crickets chirping to the sound of their own little songs, in the open field with a bunch of chirping crickets is where my heart belongs.
"how much is too much"
i ask my mirror
whilst i cake on the makeup
too light for my skin
they dont want me because
i dont look like them
i am the alien with
my brown skin and
How do you do it... arrested again.Paroled for awhile then back to the pen.We know you don't mean it. We know that you care.But when will you show it? When and where?As much as we love you our hate runs that strong.Why can't you stay wit
He sits and stares
At the empty wall before him
Lost in thought
He hears the voices around him
Muffled
As he writes poetry
In his cruel mind
The peeling paint
Seems to mock him
Dear daughter or son, I'm sorry didn't make it to your first birthday. So much to you I wanted to say. Through the years I shedded many tears, Cause the days with you were never near. I made this choice,
The chains on my hands have cried for years.Wishing they could be unlocked like the others,outside running free like the others.These chains rub against the cold dark floor,dreading the horror routine.The horror routine of, being paralyzed by anot
Teach kids!
They tend to learn.
Why make school a prison?
Teachers should only get to teach.
Teach kids!
Trapped knocking on a cylinder bottle.
Child locked with no safety key
Drowned in odorless desires,
Panting, sweating, boiling,
Whimsically lost in this dismay.
Stumbling upon memories,
When will I see
Fruitions of being happy
What happened to respect exactly
What's intact is that I watch my back
Wondering when one close
Decides to hide inside
The lies of emotional ties
I wake up in a stone prison
My life is work and no play
Constantly digging to find that special jewel
I arm myself in iron so I can protect the kingdom I once owned
America the great,
Have you ever been?
Perhaps one day, but not now.
What are we great in?
We shuffle too large
Behind over-packed bars.
We cannot afford to live
I was made in America.
My grandfather is a veteran.
My father black.
My mother white.
I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters.
I was packaged,
Can somebody call for help...
Get me out of this cell...
I don't belong here...in this insane asylum...
It just amazes me...
That nobody cares..
That I am stuck...in this insane asylum...
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling,
He looks as if he loves me
And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
Do you think that
People who go to prison
For
Fifty and sixty years
Are they wishing they had
Freedom
While they're holding on to tears
I have felt the darkness
The kind that seeps into your mind when you're alone.
The kind that makes tears come to your eyes and sadness to your heart.
It's the kind of darkness that can really tear you apart.
His fingertips stroked my lips softly,
As he poured life onto me
I gasped at the sudden coolness and
Embraced the warm sunlight
Shining on my bare back
I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
She was a brick wall.
No one could get through to her
She had the personality of a lioness.
Anyone who dared to tempt her, she would devour.
She saw no one as competition
Are we awesome?
Nah, maybe were just ordindary
Many of my people locked away in solitary
Causing this huge diversionary
How can they call themselves honorary?
My feet are starting to hurt.
Why the hell did I do this?
God, I think my heart is going to explode.
My chains loosen as I realize what you are
How long have I been against these bars?
Why hadn’t I seen this all before?
These infernal steaming pools,
housed in rust encumbered riveted domes,
Constructed by prison masons posing as scribes,
Spout their plumes of water rising to eclipse skylights,
fogging up the warped cracking glass,
It's like a parasite
Feeding on all my energy.
I'm consumed, engulfed by your love
While you are merely floating in it.
Why is it that we dont share the same fate?
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will emerge out of this shyness
I will let the world know
I no longer will stand injustice!
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will say
300 years of slavery,
300 years in chains,
One hundred years of bravery,
This finally led to change.
Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign,
Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
Metal box
No loose ends
No escape
Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same
no change
no change makes him crazy
his thoughts wander
Rape
Beat
Kill
Four letter words that happen in
Jail
Packed in like sardines in a can
While trying to fix what is wrong with society
Trapped in cages like battered animals
We boast about
Lock me up
And throw away the key.
But don't throw me away.
I recognize my wrongdoings
And I see where I have faltered.
I deserve these bars,
These beatings,
America: Home of the free? I think not.
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the sick get sicker.
Our government has screwed up priorities,
so quick to fly troops overseas to assists other nations,
i am an introvert
a social retard
unable to act human
around even the closest to me.
what comes with these handycaps
these countless curses
sorrowfull setbacks
is my words
" You have sad eyes. Beautiful, but sad. Like you've seen too much."
"They are the only windows, no?"
Neji Freed
Television raised me
Lifted me high enough to see
Cold bars of steel
Bread roll for a meal
Excruciating silence
Guilty for alleged violence
After a ferocious fight
He is blind to the light
And in the corner of his cell
I asked myself, what the FUCK is education? A nine letter noun that involves complete concentration... I ended up searching the actual definition, the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction.
I’ve made mistakes, yes it’s truePunished for life inside this tombMy growing fear has spelled my doomAlone forever, yes it’s true Punished for life inside this tombNo one hears me, yes it’s trueAlone forever, yes it’s trueMoved from box to box by
Who would of know my private catholic school would feel like a prison
We are "followers" of Christ but it all just feels like a courpt dictatorship.
They try to show us off like puppets,
I am leaving my roots. / Off to the prison I go. / I am leaving my home. / Off to the vast unknown. / I am leaving the love. / Off to where hate will roam. / I am leaving the hugs. / Off to where I'm alone. / I am leaving myself behind.
Loving a convict is hard they say
staying withen here is a price to pay
its loving her with no one to hold
while being young and seeing old
its letting her write her love for you
you write her back
I lean into the iron bars of my prison window,closing my eyes against the sunlight, a friendI've missed as if it were apart of me.The rays sink into my skin,making me feel whole again.
I was born into a world in which I don’t understand,
A metaphysical dilemma portrayed as wonderland.
Consistently told what to do,
But we call this the “land of the free”.
If these shackles weren’t holding us,
Black bodies,
swarm in
squeezed; shoved
locked
up.
The built bodies behind the metal bars
costs more than thousands of gold and silver.
Priceless, because it's free labor.
strumming the strings in the chamber of my chest
searching for my soul beneath ashes without rest
such muffling darkness buries me
grueling sands grate my skin—grinding to the ground
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in
Fall
Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days
will cause the season to last forever.
Lee Ketcham, Johnny
A great brother indeed
Law, Good ole Johnny
Ignorance of the highest degree
The prisoners treated life as game
Yet, surprised to be locked in rusty cells
There's nobody except themselves to blame
Harshly punished if anyone rebels
Her little hands grew big
As did her little feet
But her big big eyes
Her big expressive eyes
Remained.
And it saddened me
That the birdies
Would be lucky enough
To be looked at with
One quick fix
Will fill the cell
Yet who in this
Will become well?
A man is sick
His brain is blind
A lobotomy will clear his mind.
BOOM
It broke like a bomb, explosions sound and the only thing I can hear is a heartbeat.
Is that mine?
Am I still:
Beating?
Breathing?
Being?
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead
Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution.
But I’ve made up my mind,
And I don’t have any more time
Waiting.
Waiting for our reunion.
We had so many plans together.
But it all went to hell in the last few months.
Your grandpa’s death, your dad’s abuse, your mom’s BS,
The first time I visited “the place”
I imagine it being “a school”
But not my type of school
Well, that’s what your family wants you to believe as a child
Witnessing barbwires
Hearing bells ringing
