I put my heart in this piece, feel free to rip it to shreds {read with audio}

I walked out on the street to purchase a pizza that was hot and ready just to witness the desperation of a young child

The crime he committed was so fucking petty, I’m talking no machetes, juvenile underaged built like spaghetti

I didn’t know what he was doing or why he was doing it, all I knew was that he was hungry and didn’t have the guts to go through with it

[sirens]

Uh oh- “50-50” “yo it’s the Po Po” “Oh no” “Oh no that nigga done” “Fo Sho”

The horrors that came next I wasn’t ready, the flashing lights, windows tinted, old black Chevys

They got to asking questions and he told em plenty but when it came to the purse, he wasn’t ready- He hesitated- swung the purse at the officer, his daring escape..

Blaw, was this reality

Bullet hit his dome faster than the call home, and the house phone ringtone, the world went silent…

Now here come the protesters screaming stop the violence, I think we need something different, because these words are like a bandaid to a bullet wound, or performing first aid when the soul past the moon, or like teaching algebra to a fucking spoon. Shit useless Niggas die every day

Because on the same day you celebrating yo birthday screaming hip hip hooray. Another brother lies on the ground their breath fading away….

 

All I know is only one thing certain, death….

 

 

Explanation:

I’ve been getting a lot of requests to record my voice so you guys can hear how my poems are meant to be read. So here you go! The following piece was written about a year ago as I found it in my old notebook. I tweaked it slightly and recorded it (acapella) as a final product. The piece is about about a young boy who committed a petty crime and made the mistake of attacking an officer in a desperate getaway attempt, I tried various effects to help readers visualize the scene and circumstances. Hope you enjoyed!

 

Po, Po, 50-50: Means police