Born in a veil of freedom
I walk through the streets
of Birmingham
holding my head high
gazing into the whites of the eyes
of faceless people
fading into unforgotten crowds
cheering and jeering and
throwing insults at my ancestry
at a time when vengeance
superseded facts
and justice was unleashed
without due process
january two thousand sixteen
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he was tired of being nice
so he moved on to better things
hooked up with some of the boys on
thursday night south of eighteenth street
his woman wasn’t happy with some
of the choices he was making
proceeded to tell him so friday morning
he bought a handgun and spent
his saturday at the pistol range
clearing his mind by repeatedly
reciting bang bang bang
on sunday she sat polishing her rosary
wearing dirty white gloves
church bells ringing in the distance
when monday night mob turns raw
he slips into a brand new world
picking up instincts and aiming
to get a clear shot at something
january two thousand fifteen
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