My hands are up.

What’s a black life worth?

Do we qualify as human beings?

Are we lower than dirt?

Mr. officer what’s going through your head when you look in my eyes?

What it is it about me that  you despise?

My music isn’t loud.

My pants are above my waste.

I have a job.

When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?

I’m minding my own.

Mr. officer  why are you harassing me?

Please leave me alone.

Are you having a bad day?

Did you have trouble at home?

Is you’re your supervisor giving you hell?

Let me pass.

Let me be.

Why Mr. officer are you harassing me?

Why are you trying to harm me?

If you shoot me what will the story be?

He’s being aggressive.

He had a gun.

You saw the gun right?

Yeah right.

I just know my fresh spilled blood will make your night.

No need to draw your weapon.

I surrender.

I’m obeying your commands.

See I’m on the ground.

I surrender I give up.

Don’t shoot.

Look my hands are up. 

{BANG BANG BANG!!!!}

Rip James Garner,  Rip Mike Brown, Rip Tamir Rice, Rip Kimani Gray, Rip Nicholas Heyward Jr, Rip Ezel Ford,Rip Oscar Grant, Rip Tim Sandsburry, Rip John Crawford, Rip Ramorley Gram,Rip Trayvon Martin and all other unarmed black men killed by Law enforcement  in the US.

It is there sworn duty to serve and protect not to destroy and reject.

The poetry corner: Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasions
HLH © 12/07/14

The caged bird

You spread your wings too far apart and flew too close to the sun.

You looked for other ways to live life and saw none.

Now you sit isolated and all alone. All you have is memories and visions of home.

You lie awake restless and wondering when you'll see this place again.

You want desperately for someone to open your cage so that you may flee, to spread your wings again and to be free. Fear not , your day is coming soon.

Take heart to all the lessons you learned in your cage so that when your freedom comes you may bloom.

For freedom is but a state of mind. A cage is just a room.

I dedicate this poem To My father, and all other prisoners and parolees in the U.S penal system.

The worst part is already over brotha's and sista's.

Keep ya head up. All you have to do now is live righteously and you can't fail.

 copy right 3/12/12 HLH