Sticky Note 10

Random thoughts from ICU

He was shot
In Gen Pop
Yet no gun
Was found
No one heard
The sound
As his body
Lays in the ground
The politics sticks
Like glue as they
Assign a value
To your life
Hoping you make
Through the night
Cause hope comes
In the morning light

My life is valuable to me
That is my truth, my reality
I am not your prisoner
Cause the truth keeps me free

They hate my dreads and
The words I have said
I support bloodshed
Only when all peaceful
Means have been tried
As our hands are bound
And tied by the lies
Mothers will cry no more
We are going to war
Revolution is the only
Solution I see
It's the only way
For us to be free
We want justice and
Equality
Cause true accountability
Is a fallacy
They said that they
Don't understand
Our demands
No more
Walking
Talking
I have the right
To bear arms
Now sound the
Alarms
Drop the bombs
Revolution is the solution

Reviews

[dan]

Rico, Your spoken word style is so liberating, it brings out your best and displays it like a golden trophy, like an Academy Award of poetic style. I'd like to know what coffee shop or street corner on which you recite these feverish pieces...I'll take a strong coffee, black...and make sure to tip the dread-head poet! take care...dan

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Dan thanks for helping get grounded and not floating into the abyss of self doubt and worth.

[dan]

It's been my pleasure, Rico. take care...dan

[Jamestown]

The flow and message crystal clear!

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks Jamestown....