Jailed
By Kevin Souffrant
By the time the cell doors closed
My whole reality has been removed
My existence is a new along with a number
Here I am in the mountains far gone and forgotten
Who am I to talk to when I can’t trust no one
I’m stuck without value,
But I’m stock for the state
No family
No friends
A bunch of associates known as inmates
Stuck behind a gate with barb wires and all
If I want to talk to a loved one I must make the call
I’m innocent not guilty
Yet I’m still in captivity
Shed no tears it’s been years
The system has been broken
With no sight of repairs
For me they have failed
Because I’m still being jailed.
Lust of Luxury
By Kevin Souffrant
I was living with Gucci sleeping with Prada talking to Fendi while having a fantasy and dreaming of being inside of Mercedes until I saw Porsche while driving Alexus crazy. Life is a bitch and her sister destiny was the one who took me on the wrong path. I was married to Faith cheated with Serenity, a stripper who was stripped away from me once I could not accept the change or the courage to make a change with my infidelity, but I had Hope a woman that I dealt with from time to time hoping that she would bring me good.
Mysterious
By Kevin Souffrant
Let me introduce you to a soft, warm, wet, and
tight good feeling place to be, depending on how
you treat it, it can be rough, dry, or stretched out
without walls or feelings to be, and depending on
what you eat, it can be a natural smell of fresh
peach, plum, kiwi, and even a lavender scent that
could be so sweet, or you might have to hold your
breath from the smell of death, or the smell of
dead fishes rising from beneath the sea. It has the
power to give life and to take life if your heart is
misinterpreted into what it should be. It only
belongs to the person who carries it, and whom
can choose to share it with whoever they want it
to be.
Black Nation
By Kevin Souffrant
Throughout the years of segregation, declassification, and manipulation,
We have been deprived of economic stabilization,
While being mentally and humanly driven by exploitation and devaluation,
There’s no Black Liberation without representation,
Look at this young generation our future nation,
They are given the minimum amount of required education,
With all the property inflation, gentrification, and mass incarceration,
This is the new process of elimination,
I am tired of this domination,
No more procrastination,
It is time for us to control our own destination,
In order to guide our own generation and to take over our own nation we must build more unification.
Grief
By Kevin Souffrant
I have been a curse since birth
they should have dropped me in front of a church,
maybe I should have been still born and taken a ride in a hearse, because this shit hurts.
instead here I am only making others hurt,
punish me for all of my wrong doings,
also for everybody’s life that I have ruined,
I should have been dead with slugs in my head, but instead here I am fighting these voices in my head,
I take pills to go to bed, but I still can’t kill them dead.
Am I crazy? I can’t be I’m too sane to be insane, but it’s all in my brain, hiding my pain, I wish I had came to a place where someone can take me
out or let me fry, cross my heart I hope to die, I’m tired of living a lie, can I find a way to say goodbye,
it’s time I see death eye to eye, every day I have dreams of me leaving, then I wake up fighting those demons, I would promise myself to go under six-feet, but this Grim Reaper nigga and I can’t meet,
every night I wonder why he doesn’t want to, I’m ready to check out at anytime I don’t have a curfew.
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