Branches Book

BRANCHES

Chained in my cell, don’t think I can get outta here. I want to stay in here, don’t think I can get out of here.

Away from the violence, alone with the silence Away from the misery, above with the pilots. I want to be liberated, sleep with the silence; Free of fear, it’s speaking with tyrants. Free of despair, it’s making the mileage; I want to be home, just give me the key... Where peace remains, where I last felt safe. It’ll take a sec, some time and deep regrets, but I know I’ll have defied,

the time of time regress. Let me go till the time where my sleepness ends. I just want to jump in, where the deepness ends.

POEM 2: ANGER

Click clack the smack a tha bat. drip drop da sound when it smack. Cold concrete, old dirty feet, old dirty teeth, how can I look pleased?! Gross sheets, how can I sleep sweet?

Uncooked meats, what the hell am I supposed to eat?! Simmerin’ and seething always seeing feens scheming.

Fights and pain aren’t anything to me, It’s the little things that creep on me...

Cold chains slippery stains, A wet hot room, full of dark grim, stuck in a metal tin, smacked at the thought of gin.

Wouldn't be here if those racist motherfuckers wouldn't have said anything! If those cops woulda actually done something! If my lawyer woulda actually said something! If I had the money to pay for anything!

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