Lying with Honesty
By Kareem Wilkes
Grown up told me, “It’s not nice to lie”,
I took it with a frown
This same grown up told me,
Santa was not coming to town
I asked, “where do babies come from?”
They said a bird in the sky
And told me this…
While looking me in the eye
Went on an Easter egg hunt
Then found out bunnies don’t lay eggs
I felt a little dumb
President said, “Weapons of mass destruction”
Really had personal motives
Too many Americans died for nothing
Thou shalt not steal
They also say “Thou shalt not kill”
Yet I live on stolen land
The soil rich with blood of the native man
Daddy’s in heaven
The deceased go to a better place
Why are we mad at the person that sent them there?
If that’s truly the case
Nurse Crystal
By Kareem Wilkes
As the early morning sunshine peeks through the window
Causing you to feel the warmth of its ray
So does your presence, energy, and walk, as you sway
With a smile so incredible it’ll cause a man to become weak
It’s just another attribute that makes you so sweet
Pill call being my favorite time of day
Not due to the meds…
But because we get to come face to face
You help restore my faith in humankind
You’ve treated me as a human first
And always been extremely kind
In this environment, that’s a rare find
Just thought I’d give you a little praise
And show my appreciation
I know your job gets chaotic
But I see it in your eyes
“You got it”
Thank you for being you, Nurse Crystal!
Product
By Kareem Wilkes
Internal vision sees trouble brewing
Hmmm, ain’t no telling what I might be doing
These experiences be outta body
Not for me…
But for the one I bodied
Immune to the oohs and aahs
To the infliction of the horror I’m desensitized
Since I was young
The one with gun
Is who we glamorize
The Billy the Kids
The Dirty Harrys
I do what they do
Now society is mad at me
The Al Capones and John Gottis
Neighborhood violence
And local robberies
Video game got my aim up
Now most wanted got my name up
Teach me destruction and want me productive
Kind of strange huh?
Beautiful Cycle
By Kareem Wilkes
Little girls, they steal your heart….
Women, they break your heart….
And old ladies, they warm your heart.
1221
By Kareem Wilkes
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words….
I could paint you the world, and still not express the feelings unheard.
I love you.
Poetic Quotes
By Kareem Wilkes
• The biggest accomplishment in life, is to be remembered after death.
• You cannot die if your name continues on, every mention thereof…gives pulse to your spirit!!
• If I could change my past, I’d better prepare for the future.
• Imma die being combative to an oppressive agent….But Imma live my life being submissive to a higher power!!
Cosmic Feelings
By Kareem Wilkes
Meeting with the mirror,
I see more than meets the eye
before baby’s born and torn from the womb,
at what point was I infused?
all spirit housed in human,
it’s a soul purpose I’m pursuing
Wondering where I come from,
how long do I have before I’m done
I am one with the whole,
and the whole is one with me
The only separation of distance,
is that of degree
law of attraction has placed Angels in my path,
at first it was crazy; then amazing, now understanding I grasp.
Just in Case
By Kareem Wilkes
Not sure about tomorrow,
so I’ll tell you today that I love you
sending roses to the door,
for no special reason,
no need to wait for a day nor season,
picking up the phone for a quick hello,
a little than you note,
just to say so,
staying up late because you need to vent,
glad to lend an ear,
thankful that I’m able to be here,
pictures that will last a lifetime,
building memories that’ll never leave the mind,
surprise party way before your day,
love it when you smile so why wait,
can’t imagine a day full of regret,
because I lost you and can’t get you back,
erase the grudge,
eliminate the bad mood,
appreciate the seconds that morph into minutes,
that turn into hours, I get to spend with you,
See the seriousness in my face,
I do this….I do that….I do it all….
Just In Case
Dear Emily
By Kareem Wilkes
Somehow you found me,
how’d you know I was here,
I did send a signal, that I was searching and hurting,
through a late-night prayer,
law of attraction questions how I feel?
looking at your picture, reading your letter.
I know better…than to think it’s not real.
at a time when I was at my worst, contemplating the end,
the universe knew I needed most….
a non-judgmental friend,
your words sooth, your spirit proves…
my prayers were answered once again,
you’re wise beyond your years,
your ability to grasp understanding of life…
is absolutely amazing,
you force me, through thought provoking question,
to really examine “who I am”,
a task that’s not easy to do,
especially when I have to face ugly truths,
but you also encourage and uplift,
I thanked God for you the other night…
you’re like the perfect gift,
although your face projects perfect innocence,
I can tell life hasn’t been an easy experience,
and the job of an Angel can be tough,
yet the world is better…due to that heart full of love.
Ugly Truth
By Kareem Wilkes
THEM: Did you commit this act (offense)
ME: Yes I did, willingly, and intentionally, with the hopes of making an example, to all who dare to think, that what they did was acceptable.
THEM: You committed a dangerous act, that can result in severe punishment.
ME: I’ve accepted my consequences, before my actions were committed.
THEM: This type of violence cannot be tolerated in our society.
ME: This type of violence is what established our society. This land wasn’t conquered with peace and love. But rather with violent savagery, guns, theft, murder, abuse, disease, devastation, elimination of tongue and spirit.
THEM: (QUIET…)
ME: What I did to that deserving knave, was truly American! I cannot be faulted, because I acted in the manner of my colonial forefathers.
I was birthed into violence and treachery and housed in hell, death was no stranger, ugliness paraded through the streets upheld by vices and propaganda, lust and stuff.
As humans can only produce humans, animals animals, immoral the morally bankrupt, and Americans can only produce … the American.
So don’t be shocked that your nature has boomeranged back to your doorstep, picked the lock, and claimed your home with its occupants.
You made me pledge allegiance to the corporation you represent, when I was too young to know the meaning of the word, allegiance.
So I now give you full force, the loyalty you deserve, in the same manner in which you gave. No CROOK NO CRIMINAL NO OFFENDER…
Just an average American, doing what us Americans do, fighting for freedom.
THEM: (Quiet….nodding in agreement)
ME: Thank you, no further words – POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!
Scary Thought
By Kareem Wilkes
I’m not scared of death, I’m not scared of the
Establishment.
What I am scared of, is not living as a man.
I’m scared of ever being classified as “coward”.
I’ll never live on my knees.
I’ll never bow before inbreed demons.
However, I will stand on my feet, and die as a man.
Let my name be etched in stone,
As one who stood and took a stand,
Before he passed on.
Mr. Tough Guy
By Kareem Wilkes
I can look in your eyes, peek in your soul,
You’re not a soldier, you’re not a killer.
And that’s fine, find you purpose, and play your role.
But remove your ego from my path, because the
Only outcome from an interaction, will be a devastating blow
To your core.
There’s a beast that resides inside of me, that you keep caged.
Sometimes he slips out, and unleashes his rage.
Before I can catch him, he slips back in…content.
So just let me be, and enjoy my peace.
123
By Kareem Wilkes
The powers that be
That run our society
Tell us what’s right and wrong
Yet they’ll honor a killer who killed during a war
But if killing is wrong
Then wrong is wrong
Right?
Unless it’s not, and whole plot, was to deceive through thought
By those in control
By those with dark souls
By those who know, who knows
By those, maybe I’m meaning demons, I suppose
It’s some dark forces in control
Spirituals battles are real, because we’re really at war
Never seen a ghost walk through a door
But I’ve walked through parallel dimension
And the scenes I seen, are hard to mention
It was if the blinds were lifted
My whole life changed in that instant
We’re not done in this OZONE, can’t nobody tell me different
We walk amongst crippled souls and disfigured spirits
And yes the sky is the limit,
Anything further, we weren’t meant to be in it
Soldiers stay strong.
Keep your armor on,
We’re engaged until we make it home.
Tangled Line!
By Kareem Wilkes
I realized, life can be like a tangled line of rope
It can get caught up, twisted up, become a complete mess.
At finest glance, it’s stressful to even look at.
But then, knowing it’s only 1 line, should be an easy fix.
If you follow that like from on end, it will begin to unravel.
And all of a sudden, that jumbo mess will start to loosen.
Of course it takes patience and good vision,
But it’s doable.
As a ball of frustration, it appears as, a bunch of lines congested.
With a slight change in perception, you view it different.
Realizing, where along the way you cause it to get tangled.
I’m Saying Something!!
By Kareem Wilkes
Prison is a location indicating where I’m at,
Doesn’t define the man I am, due to one act.
A minute here, A minute there,
Wish I could take it all back,
A lot can happen in 60 seconds especially with a weapon,
Just know that.
Rewind the hands of time.
It’ll just be a different hour, with a different minute,
A different hand,
With a different weapon in it.
What’s destined can’t be escaped,
And if it’s written, then I’m figuring,
“that’s your fate”.
Was I in tune with the frequency, that carried the script?
Was it my role to play? Before the curtain fell,
And the lights got dim?
We grow, we evolve, we live, we dissolve
I watched the mist of His spirit,
Return to the ether from which it came,
Seen with my own eyes, the Spirit Rise,
Up out of that Man.
How do I view life?
Through human eyes.
How do I live life?
With my spiritual side.
Universal thoughts got me thinking I’m alive,
Divine mind doesn’t Recognize,
The word die.
In the Arena of contemplating, let me impose,
I’ve gained understanding,
So I’m standing on what I know.
Because in the end,
That’s just how life goes!!
I’m saying something!!
Month of APRIL
By Kareem Wilkes
How can I feel connected to someone,
that doesn’t feel the same way about me?
It’s not by choice, but by force,
of universal EN-ER-GY.
She, nor I, knew that our paths would cross,
She comforted me at my worse, when I endured loss.
One of few, that has seen from eyes, tears burst free.
One of few, that I hate to disappoint.
Or allow to see the worse in me.
In many ways we are so different.
In many ways we are exactly the same.
Both been through Hell and High water.
Both have triumphed, and overcame the pain.
When I see her, she sees me.
I nod, she nods.
It’s as if in another lifetime, her and I
Were cool kids, that defied the odds.
Life and its humor
Will bring something unspoken, that keeps you hoping,
Gives you a nudge,
Helps you realize, that you can rise above,
Because to journey through this world
is one hell of an experience.
That’s why I’m thankful for the little people,
That makes a BIG difference.
And for those reasons I’m able,
to dedicate not a day, but a month, of April!!
Remorse of Course
By Kareem Wilkes
If I could take a walk, and talk with my victim, first I’d apologize. Then I’d look them in the eyes, and help them realize, that I too am a victim. We are more alike than different, let me start from the beginning. This game called life, and how we play it, it comes with rules! A lot of don’ts, and even more dos! There’s rewards when earned, and penalties that burn! You cannot take the good, and avoid the path of the bad, that’s equivalent to discarding the problem, and still doing the math. Neither you nor I am to blame, and this far from a victimless game. The powers that be deceive, retrieve, unmold, and let free. To harm you is only the reciting of practiced hurt. From a bomb on the block, to feeling the wind stop, time evaporated, like a numberless clock.
Broken, battered, poked, and battle-tested, the man inside the boy that they damaged.
They knew what he would grow to be, (that boy) so they deceived, retrieved, and set me free…to destroy.
They knew what was in Him, and He’d one day grow, to be a convicted victim. Remorse? Of course, am i sorry for the things I’ve done? Well if you remembered…I apologized when this talk first began.
So here we are, walking this walk, talking this talk, wishing I could take it all back. If I could I would, in the beat of a heart, but knowing what I know now, that’s just futile talk.
It’s sad when both sides lose, and the only one that wins…
are those that make the rules.
Unchange
By Kareem Wilkes
I’ve been asked: when am I gonna change and adapt to the times? Stop being stuck in my ways?
But I’m not stuck in my ways; rather I’m stuck in these days, and I choose to remain the same.
Reaped and Sowed
By Kareem Wilkes
Through destruction, devastation, implosions, and explosions
They tried to bury me, but they didn’t know I was a seed
That would one day grow to be, a fruit bearing tree
Watered by the tears of a Mother.
Mr. Gin
By Kareem Wilkes
Highways and hotels
Brothels and bars
Fast women and quick cars
Fist fights and bright lights
Black eyes and big stars
Schemes and scams
Bunch of yes sirs and a lotta yes ma’ams
Money and drugs
Drugs and money
Laughs and screams
Highs and lows
Nightmares and dreams
Broken and damaged
Bruised and battle tested
Pistols and knives
Nice smiles and bad vibes
Through all and all
Me and my best friend
I keep him in a bottle and call him
Mr. Gin!!
They Say!!
By Kareem Wilkes
They say any man is a dangerous man,
if danger is the life he lives!
They say a scary man will kill,
if killing is an option of his!!
They say a body with no soul,
is a dead man’s fear!
They say a man that’s convicted,
has one less care!!
Forgive Me For
By Kareem Wilkes
Didn’t mean to be absent when you needed me most,
Didn’t mean to put you in harm’s way so many times,
Didn’t mean to create that void that has parted your heart,
Didn’t mean to leave you confused to life and its rules,
Didn’t mean for you to see me locked in a cage like an animal,
Didn’t mean for you to feel alone, when my arms should’ve been your security,
Didn’t mean to put my lifestyle and my vices first,
Didn’t mean to break our bond and destroy your trust,
Didn’t mean to be deceived as a youth, and blinded to the truth,
Didn’t mean for it to take this sentence, and these fences….for me to gain my senses.
Ms. Parker
By Kareem Wilkes
Her presence is like feeling the warmth,
before seeing the sun #
Her voice causes an epidemic of emotional joy,
even with the smallest words #
Her walk, will cause a deaf man to talk,
funny, but true #
Her beauty on the inside….
reflects within her beauty on the outside #
Her vibe is electrifying, without the shock,
an energy that attracts positivity #
Her past life must’ve been one of royalty,
because a queen she is #
Her worth cannot be measured in gold,
I hope she knows her value, and grabs it to hold #
Her name I’d gladly speak out loud, due to
compromising conditions….I’m not allowed #
We’ll just call her Miss Parker!
Incarceration
By Kareem Wilkes
We all have our prisons,
and most of us never find our freedom
Rather locked in a cell,
a relationship, a job, a home that’s a living hell
We all have our prisons,
and most of us never find our freedom
Chained to cocaine, while in love with alcohol,
that room in your head that consist of 4 walls
We all have our prisons,
and most of us never find our freedom
Flashbacks from war, murders committed,
nightmares that build fences,
and won’t allow you to forget it
We all have our prisons,
and most of us never find our freedom
I’ve been in prison the majority of my life, and really didn’t know,
they had me weak, and sleep, used propaganda as a blindfold
We all have our prisons,
and most of us never find our freedom
My freedom, it’s ironic how I found it….
the night was cold, I was up thinking, and meditating, and praying….while sitting in the hole!!
At the Moment!
By Kareem Wilkes
My life is a mess right now
My thoughts are all scattered
Everything seems to be closing in
I can hardly breathe, barely speak
Something in my bones causing me to jones
Need to break the mood, change my scene
If my body had an escape hatch … I’d undo the latch
I just wanna be free, some way, somehow
Feel a strain on my brain that I need to drain
Damn! Can’t believe i’m locked up right now
This here life of mine is a mess right now
My speech all slurred, vision all blurred
Wonder if my last words will be heard
Second Glance
By Kareem Wilkes
How can I miss a place that may not exist?
How can my memory be full of non-eventfulness?
Awake, I’m stuck in one hell of a nightmare
Asleep, I’m at peace and I like it there
But I don’t get to stay long, for the matrix calls
What was my past life, I wonder?
Because I feel like a prince who has lost his way
Maybe someone remembers me from another lifetime?
Soul Mate
By Kareem Wilkes
Can an enemy from then be an enemy right now?
If my life is full of sin, will I come back again?
Looking in the mirror, reflects my future, housed in the past
If I can be free from this mental prison, surely I can handle this sentence!
Corner of Hope
By Kareem Wilkes
On corner of hope, man, it’s a poor man’s dream
Whatever you want, can be had and it can be seen
It’s not a magical myth, it’s the real deal, for real
There on that corner of hope, I found my way
Met plenty of positive, productive people with good things to say
From the corner of hope, I can see the kids playing, the grill burning, and the smoke rising
I look a little further, and I’ll be damned, Turtle Bay wasn’t that far away
On this corner, you’ll hear no crying, only laughter and wise truths
They say that faith and wisdom used to own a home on this very corner
You can still feel the thrill of life through the energy that flows and blows in the breeze
On the corner of hope, blessings come from all directions
Forecast, always sunny with a sprinkle of smiles
If you continue on this journey called life, we’ll meet on our paths
Take you to an eventful house of laughs, “on the corner of HOPE!”
A Peace of Justice
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Does justice bring true peace? Or a false sense of peace? Is peace from justice a societal indoctrinate propagated by those in the position of power?
Why is justice only allowed to be administered by the government and its agencies?
What happens to peace upon the realization that justice may have been wrongly administered?
Can justice be erased at the moment of broken peace?
Can peace be stolen? Can peace be misplaced?
How can amends not be allowed to mingle with peace?
Can a family’s peace be replaced? Can true peace be restored?
Does justice lend an ear to the wrongly accused? Or the recently exonerated?
Who pays for the years of peace that have been ripped from the innocent person’s soul?
If our society has failed its citizens, does our society owe us a debt?
She Alone
By Kareem D. Wilkes
She alone has cured the pain of Daddy’s void!
She alone has survived the darkness that assaults her daylight!
She alone has fought with devil to deliver her angels!
She alone knows the truth of womanhood that cannot be taught!
She alone has cried tears of blood and kissed her wounds with a grandmother’s love!
She alone has had to embrace her face, and in this world…her place!
She alone is an inspiration to all who have ever needed encouragement!
She alone has climbed mountains set before her with no rope, feet and fists and Godly hope!
She along…on her throne… “Queen Khalia”
Bottom Dollar
By Kareem D. Wilkes
A penny for your thoughts…I’d be rich by now
If I gave a dollar for common sense
That dollar would just get passed around
A twenty for good info….snitches would make a good living
One hundred for the truth…not much would be given
Bet your bottom dollar!
Convict Dreams
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Marlboros and Whiskey
Outlaws and Bar Brawls
Wanna get lost in Rock and Roll
Old Folsom Blues soothes my soul
Memories of that country girl gets me through the night
Nothing remains, but blood stains under the tower light
Mama’s gun and Papa’s gin
Hounds barking in the background
I done mentally escaped again
Cycle
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Thou shalt not kill,
Put em on death row….
Drugs are bad for your health,
Time for pill call….
Humans have right to wholesome food,
Chow time, get your not for human consumption meal….
Obey the rules, follow the instructions,
Take me to court because I violated your rights….
Change your life and be productive,
Sorry, no programs are available at the moment…
Department of corrections,
We’re void of any corrective services….
Fighting will not be tolerated,
Sergeant got suspended with pay for excessive force….
Five to ten for any theft,
Excuse us while we rob your family for phone calls….
Yes, slavery was wrong and rightly abolished,
You’ve been convicted of a felony: Welcome to my plantation…
Other countries use propaganda on their people,
Sit back while we tell you what to think….
This is the American profitable cycle!
Wingless Time
By Kareem D. Wilkes
You cannot pause time,
Nor can you cause a minute to wait
Time doesn’t fly….it continues on
You aren’t able to rewind the clock,
Neither can you jump ahead of time
Time doesn’t fly…it continues on
Time being the greatest assistant to cure,
As it heals all wounds
Time doesn’t fly…it continues on
You can’t miss what wasn’t meant,
You’ll receive what’s yours in due time
Time doesn’t fly…it continues on
You should make the best of every hour,
Make every second count
Time doesn’t fly…it continues on
Fold your wings and move with ease,
Continue your journey as time blows in the breeze
Time doesn’t fly…it continues on!
Zoo Keeper!
By Kareem D. Wilkes
There’s a beast that resides inside
I’m not privy to his name
Yet I’m charged with keeping him tamed
We haven’t met face to face
Even though we’ve often in the same place
At the same time; living the same life
I’m told he’s vicious and cantankerous
A fierce protector of his kin
Supernatural with strength of ten men
He’s been asleep for a while now
Nervous for him to awake and go on the prowl
He shouldn’t be approached with or without caution
Mental shackles keeps him at bay
The chain of thoughts are beginning to decay
His rage….has uprooted his cage
It would be a breach of sanity if he’s unleashed
Cause for concern; reason to panic…
Please do not disturb his peace.
He can’t stand the scandalous
The hate, the ignorance
He’s a peculiar creature
And in this zoo of mind…
I’m his keeper!
Her Smile
By Kareem D. Wilkes
An explosion of pretty
That can be felt with the heart
And seen for a mile…
Her smile
When my days are dark
And gloomy and I need
To escape…I think about
Her smile
I’m not familiar with the
Heavens not all its glory
But if I could imagine its beauty…
Her smile
In the hell of a cell
That’s submerged in doom
It gives me the only
Freedom in this room…
Her smile
As I battle discouragement and
Wrestle with depression I refuse
To give up wishing upon
A star…that I’ll be able to see….
Her smile
Thinking Thoughts
By Kareem Wilkes
Is it possible not to think before I speak?
If words are unspoken thoughts that are formed from thinkings.
They say great minds think alike!
Is it okay to say “there’s one mind that thinks great ideas?”
I’ve heard that words are powerful, then there must be a power source from which they came.
If my words are powerful, does that mean I’ll possess power within?
It’s written that words can give life, and words can cause death. Does that give words by way of thought, the ability to create?
I wonder, does the saying “I speak from the soul”, have some truth to it? Because if the soul of a man can speak…. we are dealing with a thought power greater than I can imagine.
If thinking is the root cause for all there is, then surely, I can “think myself out of this situation I’m in”.
Above all else, it seems the greatest gift would be the ability to think correctly. Up to now I’ve only been taught what to think, not how to think.
So now, I’m just thinking thoughts!
Cidal
By Kareem Wilkes
Some days are different than others, none seem to be the same. It’s always a struggle to stay sane, wild thoughts run through my brain. Frustration born of other people’s foul ways; dark thoughts block out any sunrays. Grim look, stern face, curled lips, minds racing. Some crimes are not acceptable, yet I can’t control the masses. This feeling, these feeling’s, are they mine to be held, or should I pass them on?
People pass me by with a nod of the head, not knowing, because I’m not showing, what’s been bred. There is the warning without the alarm bell, the clock is ticking, time is dwindling. I’m not a mad man, my soul is quite humble. I feel like a mad man who’s reborn in the struggle. I pray when I awake, because hell is where I sleep. I’m not manic, rather cidal, so to speak.
Accountability: Full Responsibility
By Kareem Wilkes
In our society, is punishment and penalty determined by class division and financial standing? And if so then accountability takes into account whom it holds fully responsible. Term, accountability; for longer than I’d like to admit, I’ve been fooled by its mobility. If the term, as taught in our society projects “doing the right thing”, “honorable men” and a “noble gesture”. Then what does it say about those individuals in which these traits are void? Or those individuals that are excluded from being bound by this term accountability. Most of which happen to be people in position of power, those of the political landscape, and the wealthy.
Our justice systems, our criminal court system that expects its players to take full responsibility and accountability. This system gives its prosecutors the protection of being immune to any punishment, for any wrong doing. That doesn’t agree with the definition of taking accountability. The actions of our society show that lady justice peeks beneath her blindfold, and determines who those terms apply to. It’s evident through our bail systems, it’s evident by our prison population.
For example; the Alec Baldwin killing on the set of his new movie. Here, a woman’s life was taken at the hands of a rich actor, and up to this present day, months later, no arrests have been made, no criminal charges filed. The most that come from this was a fine of $167,000. A slap in the face to the woman’s family, her life and her legacy. While I sit and eat with people who are serving life sentences for the same type of mistakes. But the difference between us and ALEC BALDWIN, he’s rich and exempt from being held accountable.
Then we have the American drone strikes that killed 7 civilians in Afghanistan. Four of them children, three of them women, but they were the wrong target. Our president spoke on TV about how he made a mistake, due to bad information. But he will continue to hunt those who cause terror. Not once did he take responsibility for the murder of those 7 people. Nor did the person that controlled that drone, from behind some desk, with a license to murder. It’s hard to understand how a society that states a foundation on accountability, can alter its morals to fit its current agenda. Yet this criminal justice system will ask you on the day of your sentencing, “do you take full responsibility for your actions?”. If you say yes, the sentence may not be as harsh, if you say no… you’re looked upon as the lowest of the low.
I believe from what I witness every day, it’s not about being a man and being accountable. Rather, it’s my fault for not being rich or born into an affluent family. And for those reasons, I grew to love my country…but hate my government.
Without The Ghetto: “A Question”
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Without the ghetto would there be nee for so many police? What would the law police? The certainly wouldn’t patrol the suburbs where there is all types of other crimes. Would they police BIG PHARMA, and indict the prescription drug overdose problem? Probably not. Those crimes are fought with torts, and punished with fines! Would the law police the evil child sex community within the upper class? Would they put a stop to the legal sale of taxable poisons that cause more deaths than gang violence? Would the law arrest the corporations that cause hazardous conditions? Would the law police media outlets that glorify violence, and drug abuse? Would they ban cancer causing products? Without the ghetto, would the liquor stores relocate to every corner of suburban neighborhoods? Would the police raid these charities that band aid the problems, while stitching their pockets? Will they arrest the priest that has stolen souls, and dismembered spirits? Would they cuff the politician for perjury, as they do the poor for false information? Without the ghetto would the police dept. get their funding? And what Top Cop would get the minority vote? Where would they get their million dollar slave, or food with soul? Without the ghetto, would there be generational guilt? Would American culture be the same?…Would the fabric feel real, would the thread be loosed, would the cotton mildew? Without the ghetto, is there a need to take up arms? Or even be alarmed? Without the ghetto, was the war on drugs fought? Does the prison plantation become desolate?
Without the ghetto, would society rewind the tapes of history, and pursue all the bad actors that pull strings and direct things?
Without the ghetto, would this be the America we grew to be? The America that we love, the America that we need to change?
Philadelphia Kid!
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Never seen a therapist name etched in a winded sign!
Never heard knocks of concern, in this neighborhood of mine!
Psych….nah
Sociologist…nah
Mediator….nah
These are words never heard, by this local Bird!
As I rummage through the ruin, of a block burned for No wrong doing!
Devastation and Drama, could be names of my siblings, not birthed by mama!
Terror was the theme, a better life…yeah that was a dream!
Brotherly love, murdered by addiction!
Quest for knowledge, chocked by government restrictions!
These are the short truths behind long lies, of what it really is!
Through the eyes of a Philadelphia kid!
Just Saying!
By Kareem D. Wilkes
My spirit cannot be bound, nor confined, Closed door, nor locked gate can arrest my soul.
I cannot be taken from this world, for I am not of this world. They threaten with death, be
Not afraid of what’s to certainly come. For a day and time, then this shall pass.
One look in their eyes; I realized; No one’s home. I’m hated for what I am, And to whom I belong.
My powers are great, and my whispers loud. Before I am, I was…that passing cloud.
Ms. Emma’s Son!
By Kareem D. Wilkes
As a man child I grew to be brave…
I only have the courage because she prayed
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
I know God, I believe in Jesus…
She instilled the right things in this little brain
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
Able to fight these demons…
Never scared of a battle, ready for any war
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
Love my kids, love my family…
I’m a protector, A provider, “Some say a lone rider”…
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
I treat the ladies right, with my sly charm…
I’m handsome, and I know it, so I show it…
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
Benn through hell and back…
Hit rock bottom, and bounced right back…
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
When the days are dark, I know the sun will shine
I refuse to be discouraged…
I’m Ms. Emma’s son,
I’m blessed by God…
Birthed by an Angel…
And heaven is my home…
I’m Ms. Emma’s son.
Graveyard of a Prison!
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Ate breakfast with broken spirits,
had dinner with demons,
I walk amongst lost souls.
In this graveyard of a prison…
I watch the bold break,
seen strong hands lose grip,
dodged the mess from minds turned to mush.
In this graveyard of a prison…
The noose no longer chokes,
blade has ceased to chop,
they no longer kill, they let die.
In this graveyard of a prison…
Listen to minds that have been lobotomized by the system,
look through the eyes that have been socially disconnected from the soul
see lives that have been dismembered by time.
In this graveyard of a prison…
In the end…
You lose time,
you lose desire,
and finally, you lose yourself.
In this graveyard of a prison…!
Remembered Future
By Kareem D. Wilkes
Hey…it felt great to see you tomorrow…
I smiled at the thoughts of warmth, from the day we’ll embrace…
Couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes you haven’t told…
I stopped the tear from falling, because it wasn’t time yet…
Thank God for the first time I see you, because He saw it…
I’’ introduce you as an old friend I just met…
Try to avoid problems to come, with honestly now…
I’ll enjoy the unwritten chapters we’ll create in our book of life…
I can hear the screams of joy, from the surprise you’ve yet to find…
You’ll find me waiting patiently at the crossroads, where our paths will meet…
And I’ll thank you for the smiles you’ll bring, and the
Songs of happiness you cause my heart to sing…
My Future…
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