list is a magnet to the trigger

list is a magnet to the trigger

A Poem by Shirlena
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For Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo, Oscar Grant, Kendrick Johnson, Jordan Davis, Jonathan Ferrell, Renisha McBride, Marlene Pinnock Marissa Alexander...but wait, Micheal Brown

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list’s get’s bigger and then it’s gone reach her, it’s gone be the women and before the thoughts push their ways from beneath the nose hear it’s already beginning


how is it we’re prospering now…post who now?

 

guess it depends are which field of vantage points one is standing on, guess maybe it rest on how it’s all analyzed… Fox News, who says those wise and attempt rising are twisting those who are members of the focus group, of course these ones are mindless half witted grinning unsuspecting with grills

 

paying with food stamps they don’t understand the way to life even though they the ones living it, no, these aren’t the one’s kissing the guns and asphalt, next it is the women…WHAT IZZZ WE GONE DO and who izzzz you talkin to

 

cause deez’ reads contrary to popular belief, well no maybe not so much the books and papers, no these reads vapors…it’s the spirit in the air, they reads their children dying their neighbors children expiring and distant kin…all they have to do is look through the next wall


every month another one makes headlines


 the lens is the town cryer in this post racial what? being steadily declared, it don’t seem nothings going nowhere


don’t know what this means?

here is something else fails widely known…

 

THEY DO

 

who is they? …some of these everybody’s child now and may theyz one day be yours

(what it feel like

what it look like)

 

list waiting for those part your reflection and the children of your children


Maybe Your Children


soon


  as every weapon spent pierces someones seed



 post racial... my a-ggravation

© 2014 Shirlena


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who is they? …some of these everybody’s child now and may theyz one day be yours
(what it feel like
what it look like)

This is astounding. It hits me a bit harder now because on social media people are either talking about it nonstop or completely ignoring it. I feel like people on either side needs to read this. Great poem Shirlena.
-QuanaWana

Posted 10 Years Ago


I live in a city that is forgotten world of "who cares" (yes in the city not the, upper middle class burb 30 minutes out). The walls here are painted with names of children to remember, because they where forgotten before they where dead. This is an issue that plagues every corner of this country, even if it wasn't in you back yard... it was in someones back yard. Don't forget, so we all won't have to remember.

Shirlena, this write pure truth.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is amazing. Cuts like a knife, truisms abound. The use of the colloquial truly effective in this piece. Your writing cuts deep, and to the heart of the matter in an astounding way.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Can I just say that this is probably the best written sociological observational poem I have ever had the pleasure of reading? Not that I have seen all that many. There are a few now and then that make statements about how woman are treated, or children in other countries, which is important, but this is a breath of fresh air in a country polluted with propaganda claiming that we are "post-this" and "post-that". We are post-nothing. Have we improved? Yes. Are we anywhere near done? Not even remotely. Thank you for this thought provoking and eye opening piece of art. Keep writing, keep informing, keep teaching.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Someone is on a mission....your words jump off the page and slap me upside the head, and say PAY ATTENTION!! What can be said here other than your voice rings clear like a bell with the volume amp'd up....lots of stuff to gnaw on here Shirlena. Outstanding. Bang, bang, so sad.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Shirlena

10 Years Ago

It does...I usually always feel better afterwards, just need to vent. Thanks puddin pop ;)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Awh you know you blow my skirt up when you call me that dahlink ;)
John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

And I thought you wore the trousers!
You say it how it is in the lines...
its all in black and white...
point blank...
reality hits hard...
yet the fix is not encouraged...
time to step up and be the cure...
and not the cause...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Shirlena

10 Years Ago

One day Glen...one day :) Thanks for reading and the uplifting words.
Glen Yumang Manese

10 Years Ago

you're welcome...
I must be honest and tell you that I traditionally steer clear of political writing, but of course I will always make an exception for you...you've offered enough food for thought here to feed my mind for days...this is definitely something that requires multiples readings, almost demands it...but your voice is always direct and deliberate and hard-hitting, which is what makes your work great...the imagery is rattled off like gunfire, and I can easily envision this being told in an bitter and unamused voice...you've done a sterling job of making your points without sacrificing a purely poetic feel...great work Shirlena.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Shirlena

10 Years Ago

Is this considered political for you because I see it as a societal and cultural disease. For me it'.. read more
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Always a pleasure my friend...there were a few things that took my mind in that direction: Fox news,.. read more
Shirlena

10 Years Ago

That's ok I understand that is what those points translated to you :). We all see different things .. read more

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Added on July 23, 2014
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