REBELLIOUS I’LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME: Poetry from lockdown

By: Lamar Westside Gates
Rosa Parks a part of me, I refuse to move my feet
No, I’m not Dr. King, but I got a lotta dreams
Trying to be astronaut, outer here, yes indeed!
Speaking like Malcolm got me X out, watch me bleed,
No Johnnie Cochran in my life so I’m doing life.
My Madame C. J. Walker tryin to get my head right,
But I need dat Bob Marley just to get my head right.
What happened to date Condaleeza Rice’s who can make it right?
American soldiers dying fighting da wrong fight
Dat ‘N’ Word got so much Power messing up life
We use it all day, but others do, it ain’t right!
I’m in a race running to make things right
Too many voices in silence dying to talk,
You wishing for a Coretta but will you treat her right
Who are you to tell me that I can’t date white?
Don’t try to block da love I have to give, it don’t matter yo color, love is real.
We put our faith and values in da wrong things, it’s no secret the police been killing brothers, black on black crime, it’s da same, killing brothers.
When we all gon come together as one? Why we only come together for football and basketball games? How come it takes pain and tragedy to make us same? If we all get on the same page, things will change.
I want to tell you dis, dis my response to all dat’s going on.
We need more Jackie Robinsons of every race to break the barrier.
What Trump been doing planed facts, if he don’t play by dey rules, he become da X man assassinated like da rest Man…
Title: Facts, part 2
By: Lamar Westside Gates
Suicide thoughts be on my mind, but da love I got for Grandma keeps me alive,
all dis time on my back got me working out. Every case I’mma read to find a way out
Pill call no help cause da pain don’t sleep, got no time to rest so I get no sleep.
Every time I close my eyes I be back on my feet, tray call, shower call, I be missing da streets.
And da numbers I be calling be a game of chess, sometimes I get an answer cause it kills da stress.
But da staff breath hate dey words be fake, put on for da camera just so dey can get paid, but you wrong if you don’t take missing portions from a styrofoam tray, come round for inspection, dey don’t hear shit day you say!
Put in a sick call, don’t get seen but dey get Paid, call dey name and write it up, dey gone drop yo Phase, tell you what you wanna hear, then be on dey way. ACT OUT, GET SPRAYED sometimes be da only way cause dey don’t give a Phuck bout what you say!
Talking civilized and v with respect gets you azz to kiss, belligerency and warring bring accomplishments.
Inmate why you acting childish and untamed?
“Because my needs are ignored, an undomesticated treatment! Should I go on because there is more.”
Really it’s no need cause you don’t care!
Just want me to be a bobblehead and say, ‘Yes master I understanding,’ with dat ‘you be a good boy’ grin on yo face, while you walk off with yo klan co-workers saying, ‘See, dey all the same’ (facts).
Well I got news for ya, keep playing and don’t RECTIFY MY CIRCUMSTANCE, REBELLIOUS I’LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME FACTS! AND I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE TRUE COLD HEARTED FACTS…