Have you ever watched someone
die?
Feel their bones
Crack
against your insides?
Hear their screams
Echo
Out
Of
existence?
I Have
I’ve been built To keep my bars shut
To be nothing but an after math of
not following orders Built by bricks
a border Form freedom The separate
between a Man With one foot In a
courtroom the other in chains Prays
his son would Never follow in his
foot stepBut my bars have rotted in
to a mute god I answer to no one
but pale skin and privilege I know
all 413 acre of this land The sun
baked grassThe trauma stained dirt
All normal
but
The body’s below
Planted the strangest fruit I’ve ever seen
The body up high
Used to swaying
Ain't nothing but a nuisance
Fucking up my representation
I am no plantation
Just an after math of one
Just trying to eat
See
Colored inmates are most of my intake
My system isn’t
broken
It’s doing exactly what it’s
supposed to do
Stomach the innocent that fit the description
Let people die
Turn a blue eye to starvation
Ignore their cries
I don’t mind the killings
Or this feeling of inmate clawing form my insides
All Normal
but I can’t stop thinking of this boy
Who
remember
how
many
bricks
in
a
cell
but Recount them to keep his sanity
Morized
The number of maggots underneath the mattress
but couldn't remember what day it is
He’s warm blood stains my wall
The Ceiling light coved in fresh red
Guards didn’t stop him
I
keep
stacking
bricks
Now that he’s gone
Who’s going to count my money?
Reports say he rotted inside me
But the officer didn’t know what he was doing
Just saw a black folk hanging around
Up high
Investigator question how they got their
Didn’t they hear about the body that grew from the concrete
