Dedicated to my Long Lost Sisters I finally Found

From the pain inflicted upon the physical elements

That protect every bit of your complicated existence…
I know a lil sumthin about tears fallen
From the emotional torched forcing a vulnerable heart
To crumble within your temple…
I know a lil sumthin about tears fallen
From the unmistakable joys of loving
Traveling thru hills, valleys and caves
Until they reach the sands of a beautiful smile…

I know a lil sumthin about tears fallen
From the confusion
From the blindness
From the unknown
From fear

I know a lil sumthin about tears fallen
I even know about the tears that never fall
But instead
They fill an impervious bowl in your soul to the very being
And, show how, someway, something
Finds the energy and unexplained ability
To quickly pour it’s content into a bigger bowl

Just so you won’t spill a single drop
And, every once in a blue moon
Growing to the tunes of silence
A tears runs over the edge, but evaporates
Before it ever hits rock bottom

Yeah - I know a lil sumthin about those tears
And I have known them for years
But, then I was introduced to a completely different species of tears
I found my spirit in the presence of untamed beauty
Rebel tears, revolutionary tears
Freedom-fighting, lip-biting
Slick walking, shit talking
Non-conforming - locks
Pop- locking to the rhythm of life
Tears
And they were sumthing else…
Until I realized they weren’t rebels
Fighting to break free from captivity, at all
They weren’t molded from
Pain, hate, sorrow, or loss.
They were never created from the loins
Happiness, laughter, and joy
They were not a product of FEAR
Naw..
They were really sumthin’ else
See, I understood
You couldn’t give me your biggest hug,
You couldn’t give me a kiss on my mind
And peel the calluses from my hands,
While singing everything gonna be all right

I absolutely understood this
And realized - that’s exactly what those tears were…


When you had nothing else left in your possession to give,
You gave a thousand tears that no one could
Restrict, confiscate or even limit

Every tear was a precious gift
Packaged within the factory of your spirit
Delivered (Fed-Ex 13.95 - overnight legal mail) from your heart.
Thank you
And the next time
A tear decided to peek around the corners of your eyes…
Don’t be ashamed
Don’t be embarrassed
Don’t hide them

Just let them look

Cuz’ what you have was never a problem
It’s a blessing
And somebody, probably, needs a sincere gift
From a familiar stranger…
 

RAP

Copyright © 2010

I can Trust

You never miss a good thing until it’s gone
They took my joy a day early…They are so wrong
We knew this day was coming, I don’t want to see No tears
You will always be in my heart I’ll keep you’ll near
Thank ya’ll for being real it felt good to know people still care
With ya’ll I made my life an open book
Anything ya’ll want to know I’ll share
Poems are expressing your feelings so I am gonna be direct
With ya’ll it’s deeper than words
I really felt like we connect
There is no need to be sad
We will always be friends
The last two meetings we’ve built an understanding that’ll never end
There was no limit in the subjects we discussed
I felt real comfortable
Ya’ll are individuals I can trust

Abdul Haleem aka Desmond

Copyright © 2010



They fear what they don't understand

Why, I ask why must we be held back and oppressed by the man
I seen something yesterday that made me quite mad
Oppressing those that try to help those that are oppressed is sad
How could you hold back or degrade people that risk all for others
But these stiff slacks and shirts won’t understand
Until its their sisters and brother
No, not until they are stripped of freedom
Tossed in jail and captured
See it is brothers locked away
Each day who pray to God for rapture?

They fear what they don’t understand painful emotion excited by apprehension or impending danger
Is what may felt as she stared into the eyes of a baby in a manger?
It is how Martin Luther King Jr. felt for people
Who are oppressed?
Fear itself is a powerful emotion
That is driven through people with great distress
They will never understand until their placed in this position or start to witness us as a people and not that of opposition
What gain do you get out of oppressing people?
That try to help those that are oppressed in this system
That condemn what they can’t see through a lack of understanding and wisdom
Trying to make us appear to be worst than we really are
They fear what they can’t see
Unity is an issue that is been suppressed by those oppressed because we no longer believe
Instead we let the suits control and disrespect us and cause our sisters to grieve

They fear what they can’t see
Not all of us want to remain being oppressed disrespected and lynched
We want to be free
Understand brothers today I am changed man
Able to sustain and reach out through words instead of physical reaction
Today I can think with a capability to use words of action


They fear what they don’t understand so stand up and be a man

Dannise

Copyright © 2010

A Dead Man's Prayer

Dedicated to all who have lost their lives to addication

It started out just here and there
But before I knew it
It was everywhere
Maybe just a line
Maybe just a taste
Before I knew it, I’m a waste
The caplet breaks
As does my will
All life revolves around this little pill
Looking back I now see
I lost my soul, friends and family
But the drug runs hard and
Burns my beins
A mere shell of human
Is all that remains?
Tearing away day by day
This is what I’m trying to say
That this dope I found
 Was my only friend
Slowly brought my life to an end
The high that I thought was
My only joy is now seeming to toy
Toy with my emotions, my soul and my heart
I now know it ripped my life part
For me it’s all OVER
And this was my END
All due to this “FUCKING” friend
So heed my warning
Before it’s too late
Because in the beginning
It seems so great
But in the end
You’ll become just like me
And your live will become
My next travesty

Rob aka Kid Rock
Copyright © 2010

Blindness

O blindness you are leading me

Upon destructing

Not allowing myself

to see the light

The happiness

Of life

Blindness

Got me living a terrible life

Only allowing me

to see

How I want to see things

In my perspective of life

Which is perplex

From the entrapment

Of my own self prison

I’ve torn off the veil

Coving my vision

Surprise!!!

Now I see the life of

Redemption!!!

Sean H.B

Copyright © 2010

Ship wrecked

Ship wrecked, lost in a world of pain

I set out for the seas of love

Instead caught in a hurricane

I should have known better than

To sail order a moonless sky

With my heart guiding me

I never saw the signs

I figured the rough waters were a commitment of the journey 

And strong winds gave no reason to worry

Then out of nowhere my entire life was turned upside down

As the current pulled me under

I thought I would surely drown

I struggled and struggled to reach the top

Suddenly I crashed chest

First into a rock

With my heart broken

I drifted ashore

Swearing to never sail

These seas no more

Ship wrecked lost in the world of pain

I set out for the seas of love

Instead caught in a hurricane

Wakeel  

Copyright © 2010

WHAT MAKES THE SOUL CRY

I ask myself what makes the soul cry
Is it the pain I feel in my heart?
Is it the cries I hear at night?
Or is it the man who no longer cares
About life and his soul gave up the fight


Through my hardest trials, I never cried
Is my soul as hard as a stone; does blood flow
Through my veins
Or did I just accept that life of crime while my soul continues to go insane


What is one of the deepest thoughts a man can feel
Is it the thoughts of family and friends?
Or do you feel like your life has been a disaster
And you start to wonder when it will end


What makes my soul cry I ask myself all the times?
Is it I was selfish to love?
Never letting anyone in
Sometimes it feels like my old soul has died
And I am still waiting for my resurrection to begin


Someone once told me you make my heart smile
I didn’t understand because my heart was foul
I want the answer to why does the soul cry
Because I still don’t know why
Because my life was trifling
So anything positive I am willing to try


Man-Man
Copyright © 2010

Farewell…Again

Another workshop of reciting poetry, is in the books

After these 4 days, you all must feel like common crooks

Each time you come here, we immensely enjoy you more

Not ever wanting, to close the steel door

We continued writing poems, and sharing newfound friendship

Surprisingly feeling like, we were almost kinship

Some of your poems, got so much better

A few of the lines, even found their ways into our letters

But best of all, this second time around

We had another chance, to joke and clown

Now that you are leaving us, once again

We will be left wondering, how have you been?

Ending another, show and tell

We humbly wish you, a heartfelt farewell

As you go back, from whence you came

Talking with you, your fortune and fame

We will not forget you, so please do not forget us

Coming back again, is truly a must

From the poetry group, at E.C.I

It is time once again, to say goodbye

Tony (D.A.)

Copyright © 2010

8 years ago

8 years ago was I a man? Or was I a boy trapped inside of a man, trying to find out how to become a man?

Why?

I was only a drug dealer, womanizer, controller, and manipulator.

I didn’t care about life

Only what life had to offer me

Was I selfish?

Yes, selfish to compromise, utilize, fantasize or even look inside

Inside of what?

Look within my soul, look within my heart – to visualize a different perspective in my life

Not giving myself a new start

Start to what?

My desires was my best friend, destruction never will end

Cars, houses, pain, this girl, that girl

Shit, how the hell shall I begin?

I met my father one time

A man he claim he was

He was not a man

A man does not leave his child for dead

Unclothe,

Unsheltered,

Mother to struggle alone

Fuck that a coward is a life I will never condone

My inner thoughts say this

My inner thoughts say that

My system was to get money and never become a rat

Money was the root to my evil

I was blind to life

Blind to a smile

I didn’t care about the youth

8 years ago I was a menace and I didn’t give a fuck about the truth

Man-Man 

Copyright © 2010



Three Women and a Man

Let me tell you about these 3 women and this humbled man

These people are so unique – but you might not understand…

See the came to where I live – and they brought such a light

Their over all presence had a profound effect on my life

They have so much passion – it is so vivid in their speech

Even though they didn’t share many poems – it still flow when they speak..

I am hoping I am remembered as much as I remember them

And maybe in the near future we can do this thing again

I actually learned some things – I honestly can say I have from these three beautiful women and this humbled man…

HoseaW 40

Copyright © 2010

Who inspired me

She inspired me

Inspired me to reach within my mind

To excel pass this 8x10 barrier to escape time

Through at times you fear I ask too many questions

It inspires me to see you teach each poetry session

When you speak it’s like you’re moving mountain

It inspires me in this poetic way

The way you have me sitting on the edge of my seat to hear everything

You say

Because of your knowledge and understanding of life itself

And you are passionate concern of those like myself

See it is your wisdom and helpful heart

The way you jumped in an extended your land from the start

So intellectual, strong and modest as you may be

These are the things that inspires me

Even though there was 16 placed infront of me

It was you that motivates and inspires me

Through I may go home in October or November

It is my brothers and sisters in this class I will always remember

Diada: Intelligent as you maybe

Trigger: A leader as everyone can see

Howard Bey: never cease to amaze me

Mark: Just stone cold crazy and nice as he maybe

And TY can float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Just to name a few

But my inspiration is Sarah and for that I thank you!

And God Bless you!

Dannise 

Copyright © 2010

Inspiration

…Inspiration

This motivation that influences me to act, even in this world of incarceration

This energy source deep within which dictates my movements from the sight of observation

Empirically proven, that someone or something can indirectly determine your destiny.

…inspiration

Which move the spirit, the soul, your inner-being to reach the heights of your aspirations which triggers the hand, And this creative process of your 3^rd eye, Filled imagination

The very thing that lies on your conscience, which sparks the electricity of the creative machine

…inspiration

That which can be characterized or marked by an ambitious determination

To be moved deeply, pushed and shoced by ones actions, ideas, suggestions or directions

That which ignites and incites the adrenalin to strive, ascend and move forward

…Inspiration

What inspired me today, is what inspires me everyday, the opportunity to experience life

Through strife and adversity, I have developed a mental capacity which can't be taught at a university.

Life I love, Life I cherish, And to life I extend a common courtesy.

..Inspiration

Trigonometry
Copyright © 2010

Welcome to Poetic Injustice

Greetings of peace everyone!

Poetic Injustice is a site dedicated to those who are incarcerated. Sometimes in life it is easy for us (people on the outside) to absolutely forget about a group of people in our society. The purpose of this site is to prepare a platform where the ideas and feelings of inmates who are in Maryland can share their thoughts and emotions with the rest of the world. This site is admin by four young activist from the DMV area who have interacted with inmates on several occasions and believe the voices of these incarcerated men to be important. The purpose of this site is to inform you about inmates, it is to encourage the public to learn about our justice system and most of ALL it is to set an example for the younger "troubled" youth to never seek a life or a path that will end them up behind bars.

The name of the site POETIC INJUSTICE is actually an acronmy for:

P= Prisoners

O= Opening

E= Emotions

T= Till

I= I

C= Cry

I= It's

N= Not

J= Just

U= Us

S= Sent

T= To

I= Inside

C= Correctional

E= Education

We hope you will enjoy the poems on this page and also share it with others. Please share your comments and ideas with us.

The Poetic Injustice Team

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