{"id":396,"date":"2017-12-29T17:17:19","date_gmt":"2017-12-29T17:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/?p=396"},"modified":"2017-12-29T17:17:19","modified_gmt":"2017-12-29T17:17:19","slug":"rebellious-ill-be-until-you-kill-me-poetry-from-lockdown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/2017\/12\/29\/rebellious-ill-be-until-you-kill-me-poetry-from-lockdown\/","title":{"rendered":"REBELLIOUS I\u2019LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME: Poetry from lockdown"},"content":{"rendered":"
By: Lamar Westside Gates<\/h6>\n
Rosa Parks a part of me, I refuse to move my feet
\nNo, I’m not Dr. King, but I got a lotta dreams
\nTrying to be astronaut, outer here, yes indeed!
\nSpeaking like Malcolm got me X out, watch me bleed,
\nNo Johnnie Cochran in my life so I’m doing life.
\nMy Madame C. J. Walker tryin to get my head right,
\nBut I need dat Bob Marley just to get my head right.
\nWhat happened to date Condaleeza Rice\u2019s who can make it right?
\nAmerican soldiers dying fighting da wrong fight
\nDat ‘N\u2019 Word got so much Power messing up life
\nWe use it all day, but others do, it ain’t right!
\nI’m in a race running to make things right
\nToo many voices in silence dying to talk,
\nYou wishing for a Coretta but will you treat her right
\nWho are you to tell me that I can’t date white?
\nDon’t try to block da love I have to give, it don’t matter yo color, love is real.
\nWe 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.
\nWhen 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.
\nI want to tell you dis, dis my response to all dat\u2019s going on.
\nWe need more Jackie Robinsons of every race to break the barrier.
\nWhat Trump been doing planed facts, if he don’t play by dey rules, he become da X man assassinated like da rest Man\u2026<\/h6>\n
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Title: Facts, part 2<\/h6>\n
By: Lamar Westside Gates<\/h6>\n
Suicide thoughts be on my mind, but da love I got for Grandma keeps me alive,
\nall dis time on my back got me working out. Every case I’mma read to find a way out
\nPill call no help cause da pain don’t sleep, got no time to rest so I get no sleep.
\nEvery time I close my eyes I be back on my feet, tray call, shower call, I be missing da streets.
\nAnd da numbers I be calling be a game of chess, sometimes I get an answer cause it kills da stress.
\nBut 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!
\nPut 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!
\nTalking civilized and v with respect gets you azz to kiss, belligerency and warring bring accomplishments.
\nInmate why you acting childish and untamed?
\n\u201cBecause my needs are ignored, an undomesticated treatment! Should I go on because there is more.\u201d
\nReally it’s no need cause you don’t care!
\nJust want me to be a bobblehead and say, ‘Yes master I understanding,\u2019 with dat \u2018you be a good boy\u2019 grin on yo face, while you walk off with yo klan co-workers saying, ‘See, dey all the same\u2019 (facts).
\nWell I got news for ya, keep playing and don\u2019t RECTIFY MY CIRCUMSTANCE, REBELLIOUS I\u2019LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME FACTS! AND I KNOW YOU DON\u2019T CARE TRUE COLD HEARTED FACTS…<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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. … Continue reading REBELLIOUS I\u2019LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME: Poetry from lockdown<\/span> »<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32,3,11,36],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-georgia","category-letters-from-prisoners","category-poetry","category-political-commentary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":397,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions\/397"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.atlblackcross.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}