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“Jealousy”
Jimmy had odds to beat, one he was a black teen and the temptations of big city’s Streets.
But a single black mother’s determination held his attention sternly,
So he had only Minimal interaction with streets.
He had rickets but Jimmy could catch any ball.
He ran with a gang that like to brawl,
Then he entered a Youth Center where a Mentor introduced him to football.
Pop Warner he’s leader of the team,
Onto High School Football team as runner for TD’s.
Scouts without doubts offered degrees.
Mother’s pleased when he goes to USC, to be toast of the university.
Jimmy rode football like a Hell’s Angel rides his hog.
He played halfback, fullback carrying the ball.
Top backers called, packs of women clawed,
Because for a rental car he ran through a mall.
Sydney was a naive Germany beauty queen,
Blond haired eyes emerald green.
Done nothing much since she jumped with the school cheer team.
But she had dreams, being famous on T.V., a celebrity.
But she’s stalled in the Pokipsy Mall,
Serving chili, hamburgers and hotdogs.
When in comes Jimmy, walking tall, followed by his enthralled.
Each sees the other and head over heels each falls.
Their love, sweet, she felt entitled to be,
With the famous Jimmy.
After their affair they married, two heirs, beach house on Bundy Street,
Her face on T.V. with Jimmy, her dream is complete.
But Jimmy believes in slavery,
Believes possessions are bounty one forever keeps,
And Sydney is his property.
But black eye secrets don’t keep,
So she and her parents agree, divorce Jimmy immediately.
Jimmy falls, fell by divorce when the gavel falls.
But most of all,
He felt affronted by the German goofball in front of media tell-all,
So he watches her like a hawk, to see with whom she walks.
She saw a new fella who won her heart and Sydney falls.
He wines and dines her many times and shows respect to all.
So Jimmy waits, pissed off jealousy he has no date, until one night on her Ronald calls.
Greens seethe engulfs Jimmy from head to feet, it shuts off reasoning.
Disrespect for “The Great ME” is all he sees in this rivalry for his property.
He sees she succeeds with this non-minority.
To the door during their adoring greeting Jealousy creeps,
Like Flash he slash the throat of the one he knows,
Then at speed stabs repeatedly the one she greets,
As he tries to flee from Jealousy.

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A Homeless Prayer

A Homeless prayer
Dear Father, now I lay me down to sleep,
Thank you for the Newspapers people leave,
We lay the papers as blankets and sheets.
If I should die before I wake, I pray
Someone will see hope in my family.
And please bless my Beth she works tirelessly
In her heart always believing in me,
Even when the factory downsized me.
God bless the people on streets that pass bye
Unable to see my family tried. 
Bless you for keeping my children healthy,
Though the baby has bad teeth, hard to see, 
But thank you for these beautiful babies.
Finally Father,
Please keep my family safe on the streets,
My son's being teased about his soiled jeans,
Hope we remain friends,
Amen.

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A Letter From Me

ME dear FATHER you already know,
But you need to be briefed,
On a tragedy I believe you must not know.
There’s a deadly dance with violence killing teens in America’s Black Communities.
Use to be,
Good Christian mothers, fathers and youngsters had close neighbors who knew each other,
Youngsters playing in the streets from dust to dawn were safe from strangers,
Now kids stress walking through an apartment complex with minds set on being murdered.
City streets echo mother’s screams as her baby boy dies with her unfulfilling dreams,
She never believed prom night would be the last night her teen would last breathe.
Persistent teen mothers pay bus fare to pick peaches to pay high day care fees,
While pre- teens skip ABC’s to sell crack on his street trying to out think the police.
Fathers become felons trying to feed families but falters and get sentenced to fifty until forever,
While kids emulate videogame killers that teach people CAN’T really die permanently.
Battlefield schools try and try to have students excel with tools to live by,
While school teachers try to survive,
Shooters doing drive-byes, kids swinging knives, and living an unappreciated life.
Black communities need to be bless again with your very best,
Like an Angela Davis, MLK, Eldridge Clever or a Malcom x.
No such luck,
Peace treaties between Black Communities and the police are breaking up.
Neither side tries to understand the other side,
So on busy city streets a teen or police officer dies,
And somewhere families cry.
Some get so upset about corrupt police they literally throw-up,
Hearing police kill people like Victor White while the detainee was handcuffed.
Use to be,
Proven down through history the race that occupies and wears the crown of the presidency,
Surges pass suspicions and police brutality merging into America’s color blind main stream.
But with recent diversity in the presidency black people are still treated as if in the 50’s,
When police denied human rights to nearly everybody born with natural sunscreen.
So what starts isn’t so bizarre,
Safety for Police and Black Communities members departs,
And deadly “WAR” starts.
“Street” side will be classified as a justifiable homicide no longer,
“Civil Service” side leaves sons and daughters with no fathers,
While safety on city streets grows farther away leaving danger.
Black people try to impart to their teens so they have good hearts,
Respect other’s rights, love family, avoid prison bars.
But the reality of the city streets they see,
Police killing Philando Catile in his passenger’s seat,
Rips their sense of freedom self and safety apart.
Black post-teens scream, “BLACK LIVES MATTER” though it seems, NO LIFE MATTERS much,
Collectively black people are just holding “it” together because it’s much harder,
With four out of ten black men their “family’s strength” siting locked up,
And another generation from black and brown nations grows up in ghettos and goes no farther.
You haven’t been around much,
So this sin-filled faithful follower sits and ponders this stuff,
Waiting for one side to stand up swallow pride and say, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”.
I’m waiting to see if in this century black on black insanity, killing blacks to meet gang needs, will cease,
And parents in these communities will truly teach teens nothing good comes from being in the streets.
We need to start a Million Person Protest March gather people together,
Like pictures of the sixties with passionate preachers pleading,
“There be NO reason for the EXECUTIONS of our black teens,
Just because hip-hoppers were stopped by a prejudice Praetorian.
Peace officers have Tasers, beans bag guns, dogs they can order.
Thus when the son of someone runs or has no gun in hand,
There are other options better than murder”.

FATHER, all recognize the self-sacrifices our military goes through.
Our military teaches police to use guns, attack, stay compose during combat,
Thus, the institution has no justification to begin instructions on when not to shoot.
But when military service is through,
And a new police badge rest on a chest in clear view,
The human being must come back,
And he or she must protect and serve the whole community white or black.
So I’m asking you,
And hope you can now understand what your Children-of-The-Sun clan are going through,
And feel their “need”, then intervene in this misery with a miracle or two.
Your truly,
ME.

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I Can'T Breathe

“I CAN’T BREATHE!
Ya got my arm twisted 
I have six kids
A wife I need. 

Man I can’t breathe! 
Get your knee out my back, 
No reason for me being attack 
On a New York street.

I CAN’T BREATHE.
How was I bothering you officer
I’m just a misdemeanor offender.
I sell cigarettes on streets 
Cheap,
 I’m not some murderer, 
And this calls for being
Strangled and battered.

I’m asthmatic, hear the wheeeze,  
Your Illegal choke hold
Is crushing my throat 
Say man, I can’t breathe.

You twisting
My neck man QUIT THIS SHIT. 
Doing number two 
In my pants 
WHAT DID I DO TO YOU 
To cause all this?  

 I CAN’T BREATHE,
Don’t mean to be belligerent  
But you’re killing me with your knees. 
Hope nobody sees me like this, 
A grown man spitting spit 
As you cops make me piss 
And they not hearing me.

Feels like drowning slowly, 
My skin scrapping off on the ground,
Images fading now. 
EMTs milling around shaking me,
No heartbeat. 

My mother begs me to follow her
And I believe
She knows what’s best for me. 
But all will remember  
Me, Eric Garner’s 
Final plea, 
I can’t breathe” .

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In Honor of My Grandson Adrian Michael

To honor my grandson Adrian Michael
Apollo resides secretly even before he breaths life,
Determining what this special seed could blossom to be.
Receiver on a champion football team, youngest to ascend to the presidency,
Individuality immediately seen but his strength adds to an already strong family,
Anticipation of his possibilities fly high as he announces life with a loud cry.
Naming came as a delight such honor bestowed ignites tear-filled joyous eyes,
Mother sees visions of success in his eyes so doesn’t mind any sacrifice,
In-love she is completely with he, this new addition to their Hann Dynasty.
Champion for stunning sister who loves new baby brother to the highest degree,
He swears to stands by her side until day and night subsides in his eyes.
Atlas, of firm shoulders for his family, mentally, an employee of what’s holy,
Emperor over earth and skies in his defense I gladly die,
Led into a fight with enemies seen or out of sight I suffice this new prodigy.

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Demi God

You're the soul of God Apollo teaching, 
A pied piper delighting followers.
The Shaman giving hope to those seeking, 
You gave an image of life unfettered. 
Your life was a fight, you dreaded sheep life,
And your lips in hell burn before you tell. 
Guiding sight giving needed life insights,
Demi God unknown to self, born to help.
You were a bright sun with a golden hue,
Welcoming door, an un-corralled stallion.
You’re the greatest teacher I ever knew,
To live a life as you, to inspire youth,
Who will quest for you, and I say I shall.
Our sprits locked, miss a lot, Professor Al.

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Dam Change

“Dam Change”
Dam change.
Mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
Then infancy crawls to scrap knees, tea parties. And headphone blast fast tones accompanied, by the arrogances of “me”.
Old Lionel trains sleep and ponytails worn plain train to feed or seek maternity.
Then mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
How I hate change.

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Beth

Beth
She breathe life in me,
She turn darkness into hope,
Sees the complete me.

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The Curse

The Curse
No worse curse for teens,
Pull a crime, succeed at it,
Instills self-greatness.