Welcome To My Yellow Tape Parade

street blocked off again

yellow tape parade

features no admission

except the blood of a city, forever a victim

 

crime goes deeper than the bullets

beyond the jail cells and body cam videos

it’s a reminder we are sick

and protest does ill in making us well

 

dealers only sell cause someone buys

so give them reading and writing to fill their minds

not tests and awards for making it past second grade

awarding mediocrity is why we’re here in the first place

 

children grow up not knowing real success

so when they face real failure, they crack under pressure

drugs and booze, crime and cruise

they have pent energy that they can’t even use

 

government handouts make you weak

find a job, get off the couch, get on your feet

making your own money feels better

than stealing someone else’s

 

I grew up in the ghetto

but I wasn’t of it

I took school seriously, got a job

now I am above it

 

I don’t need the weed, prostitutes keep your tits in

I’m looking for something real to believe in

something I can only find in a  dream

the destiny that awaits you and me

 

stop blaming race, stop blaming cops

find your calling and put it on lock

cause the only thing that maters when X comes to drop

is the sum of the love inside your heart

 

 

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On The Problems Many Seem To Forget…

there’s emptiness

on this road

stepping to the beat

of hunger

poverty

and shame

every blink of my eye

sends a waterfall of compassion

every rise of my chest

charges the air with electricity

to power the depressed

and give legs to the fallen

I was not sent here

to give the good news

I am

the news

all around me

men fiddle with lives

as a girl does with her dolls

but when she becomes a woman

she handles her children

as her very breath

these men have not matured

past the idles of babes

yet we call them masters

leaders

revolutionaries

along with the downcast

and the plagued

I spit upon their presumptuous ways

and in battle I will strike them

cut them down

divide them up among the angels of death

for their time has ended

the sons of men were given

a task from above

to watch over his creation

to love all

as he is loved

but he tore down his father

and ripped apart his mother

he turned brother towards sister

and the animals too follow

in these desolate ways

 

 

 

The Darkness Chokes The Sense Of The Homeless

The darkness chokes the sense

of the homeless

throwing punches of humility

and stealing the cents out of hats

too big to fit the head of a ten year old boy

silence awakens the mind of a soldier

trapped in a traumatized mind

he marches up and down his home to Iraqi time

and swings an AK around his head like a toy

bullets rain down in a cascade of calamity

and with the blindness of humanity

there’s more to this never ending story

of birth, disappointment, and death

medicine buys you an extra breath

but takes away twice the life

adults cheat on each other

teens resort to the knife

and poor babies, they don’t get any rights

there’s more vacant houses on a single block

than the times the gangster will cock his glock

at the very thought of red and blue

shallow crooks like Hillary say they know what it’s like

If only they knew

an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

here’s some ecstasy and pot

in exchange for our youth

mom’s leave their children

in search of better pay

while feminists overlook the rising level of strokes

and the blood in the streets from where kids lay

nobody to guide them, that’s fine

let Justin Bieber lead the way

but he won’t give them back their time

tired of hearing about gender

while the news makes everything about race

let’s focus instead on treating each other like humans

because we all belong in this place

 

Trapped In The Sex Trade

 

The clock ticks

5:06 does the time read

and in gathering her thoughts for what lay ahead

her heart did bleed

body worn

pleasing the fantasies of ravenous wolves

that only prey on innocent voices

who know not how strong they are

there’s only so many holes

the human body has to offer

but pockets must be filled

at the expense of her right and will

her day started

when she was fifteen

and ten years later

she’s yet to see moonlight

because she’s in the limelight

of physique and ability

so to men and women

everything is a possibility

how brave is the dove

young mother making nest in the city

fighting both raven and sparrow

to live in prosperity

she looks in the mirror everyday

and sees her time tick away

ten years ago, she was an A student

now she takes it up the A-hole for a living

ten years ago, she was a devout Christian

now she knows everything she does is sinning

money’s only an addiction

until you start feeling the friction

of all the people and places you’ve been missin’

because they were taken all away while you were livin’

beaten black and blue

without anywhere to run to

promise her another shot at life

she’ll take anything from you

 

(The sex trade is global, and it’s real. It’s a multi-billion dollar industry, and while it’s not talked about much, it affects the lives of millions of girls, and boys. Sexual exploitation is highly profitable in a sex-crazed world that’s lost much of its moral standards, but that doesn’t make it right. These children, teenagers, and adults don’t have a voice. I mean, they do, but how many of us are Liam Neeson and can find them? You wouldn’t believe who runs a child sex ring herself: Hillary Clinton. Bet NBC, Fox, CNN, and MSNBC won’t talk about that. But she “cares” about children, and she supports “women’s rights”. Don’t watch porn, it degrades our standards and proves to these sex traders that people need more and more sex. Watch out for your kids, especially your girls. Tell them they’re beautiful, tell them they’re amazing, that way when someone else does it they won’t believe them. Be aware. The three biggest sex trafficking states in the U.S are California, Texas, and Pennsylvania. Watch documentaries, read first hand accounts. Those caught in the sex trade are the tragedy nobody is brave enough to call a tragedy, because too much money is involved.)