Prison
Peculiar place to prelude a poem
Puts people in position
gets your attention, makes you sit, down shut up, read along or listen
Our intuition associates it with pain
Prison paints a picture of perps in pain put plainly in the pen
Pens used as pockets of positivity in efforts of peace and objection of further penalties
an agonizing assignment
punishment pushes people furthest with
Solitary confinement
Did you know this is considered torture? Humans require social contact. Especially if you want them to interact with human beings again with the ability to react in a way that’s not over
If you want them to shy away from addictive addictions and stay sober
Isolation invites issues
mental, physical & psychologically
the only thing just as lethal might be a family tree
When the trunk dies off, so the the branches break free, it all falls to the ground and there is blood on the leaves
the only fruit produced has no choice but to be strange
In exchange for the lack of knowledge & loss of history except the straps on the boots
outside of slavery & bravery , no recollection of roots
Relationships that are real
When everyone dies off, there’s no big mama, no meals, no feels
But it feels lonely, isolated
That’s how people be dating they cousin without even knowing they related
I didn’t grow up with the fortunate concept of a big family
Was kind of a lonely kid
Guess it depends on how you look at it
I was good at making friends
Granny taught me young, she would take me to the park
Tell me she wouldn’t always be here, so if I wanted people, ‘time to start’
& then she’d hide, which used to piss me off at first but I’d be fine
Force me to meet people on the spot
Spark socialization up my spine, palms sweaty though I’m not hot
I’m heated those humans ain’t hail from my home
But my grandma was right, cause when she was gone
I Ain’t find solitude so soothing
When I was alone too long I felt like I was losing
So I was choosing to chase
Family members, friends, love even when love laughed in my face
In this case, anything to not be alone
Used to be my biggest fear, it was uncontrollable
Clogging up the prayer line asking why was I born unloveable?
Happenstance wasn’t happy
But then something good happened
I learned to love just chilling with myself , I really had to tap in
I accomplished all my goals, the hero in me had to zap in
Little me see big me, she on her feet yelling, clapping
Rapping along, her little fingers she be snappin
Singing soul songs cause this poetry be a soliloquy
Full of empathy, & sympathy
Can’t control the things outside of me from imprisoned in my mind to isolation that surrounded me
Learning to let go, forgive & chill all by myself is new this year
But younger me would be so proud I found my freedom in my fear