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Poetry by Michael Manjeet Singh

Eyes That Hear
By Michael Singh

History ignores the unheard voice. Case in point: On an international stage, a man faked being a sign language interpreter (SLI) in Africa, while signing for U.S. President Barack Obama. There was no pre-speech verification of the man’s credentials, the self-purported SLI’s translation – for all intents and purposes – was visual gibberish. The intended audience of the SLI were the only ones who could – in real time – see that it was not a translation of anything for the deaf or hard-of-hearing. More was made of the imposter having made it onto an elevator, than perhaps the biggest mockery of sign language ever.

Based on the reading, I whole heartedly agree with a broadening in audism defined as “an attitude based on pathological thinking which results in a negative stigma toward anyone who does not hear; like racism or sexism, audism judges, labels and limits individuals on the basis of whether a person hears or speaks.” Janice Humphrey and Bob J. Alcorn, So you want to be an interpreter? : an introduction to sign language interpreting (Amarillo, TX : H & H Publishers, 1995), p.85. Audism defined serves as a great prelude to “5 Examples to Learn and Avoid” in the class packet. For example, “1. Not making the effort to communicate” manifested itself to me when a prison guard refused to engage in “written notes”, when my hearing aid batteries were dead, because it consumes “too much time.” Behind prison walls, the largest form of discrimination experienced by the deaf and hard-of-hearing is communication discrimination, when staff don’t exercise due diligence, because no one can make them.

I further agree with the expansion of the definition by Harlan Lane and others to, “include institutional and group attitudes, practices, and oppression of deaf persons.” It goes right to the hears of “2. Assuming deaf people can’t do things” and “3. Approaching deafness as a tragedy”. Discrimination and oppression are born in the : we(re) vs them (with “we” being better than “them”). People will use a perceived flaw in others to elevate their own self-worth; they will also use it as a control mechanism. This principle in practice is well defined, “In short, audism is the hearing way of dominating, restructuring and exercising authority over the deaf community” Harlan Lane, The mask of benevolence : disabling the deaf community (New York : Knopt, 1992), p.43. Some people like to have power/control over others. Being deaf/hard-of-hearing is perceived by others as a vacuum/void to assert control i.e. like when Africans were deemed to be less than human (at 3/5 of a person) to “justify” the unjustifiable.

Don’t think less of me because you see me wearing hearing aids! Treat me normal! So what if I talk loud at times! It’s because I can’t hear how loud I am. Yes, some of my facial expressions may be kind of animated! It’s because I need you to understand me, the same way you want me to understand you when you say, “Can you hear me now?” I enjoy communication and human interaction. So please, don’t underestimate me. “4. Patronizing behavior” cause I’m deaf or hard-of-hearing. Being deaf or hard-of-hearing causes people to assume you can’t relate. Why don’t I always wear my hearing aids? They make my ears sweat, itch; when I’m being pushed (wheelchair) and the pusher yells – it hurts; cause prison is like high school and people say things; cause they amplify more of what I can’t hear properly enunciated; cause I can’t use the phone or ear buds with them, and more! So don’t ask, ever, again! “5. Employment discrimination”; by the way, just because I’m deaf/hard-of-hearing, does not mean I don’t have a work ethic or that I’m lazy. If anything, my double effort put forth tl level the playing field can be argued makes me/us stronger!

In fact, the more people learn to communicate with deaf or hard-of-hearing people, the better off society is. Due to my diminishing hearing, when watching football, it causes me to visually analyze the play more thoroughly. This causes me to rely less on the spoken word interpretation of the game announcer. The average person allows what they hear to dictate what they see; I don’t have that problem! You also never know when you may require the assistance of someone who is deaf or hard-of-hearing i.e. like on a rainy day when your car needs a “jump” you won’t care if the person with “jumper cables” is deaf or hard-of-hearing, will you?

 

Don’t Hate On (Elder) Me!
By Michael Manjeet Singh

Why are you bullying old, Asian women and men?
The Bay Area news footage repeats over and over again!
I wish more people who see a bully engaged in a hate crime,
Would actually hate the hate, call the police and drop a dime!
Aggressive individuals push and push: the old, very humble and silent,
Until we (the elders) can’t take no more; you tryin’ to turn me violent?
I ain’t no ‘killa’ (but to defend my life), please don’t push me,
‘Cause everybody feel (one elder hit his head and died), this can’t continue to be!
But each time I take a stroll down a Chinatown street,
I silently ponder, if another elder (me) is going to get severely beat?
It’s America, the weak and oppressed must help each other along the way,
“Land of the Free” doesn’t mean – rob me to make me pay!
I’m trying to live my old age in harmony and peace,
PLease, make the violence desist and cease!
On January 6, 2021, U.S. Capitol: All U.S. minorities are under the same attack,
“Can’t we all just get along?” and make a solidarity pact?
Why must you be so quick to batter me and HATE?
Attacking me and a greater controversy you create!
Now, it’s way bigger than just the two of us,
People think, ‘Asian speak no English and talk crazy mess on the bus!’
Didn’t you see the movie, “Do the Right Thing” by Spike Lee?
The Asian store owner said, “‘I’m black, too!’, ‘cause WE fighting together to be ‘free’!”
We are both part (of the same side), same group of minority!
Don’t be a sinner and act as a menace to society!
I’m too old to walk around with a gun,
It weighs too much (both literally and proverbially) and ain’t no fun.
You use your hard times and make me a helpless victim,
At sentencing you’ll say, “Not because he’s Asian, I randomly picked him.”
The D.A. will say, “Another ‘brotha’ in prison! We’re on a roll!”
She’s white privilege and HATES Asians too, cancelling Chinatown patrol!
I just want to relax, live in peace and calm,
So when I get home, I can rub my feet with Tiger Balm.

 

Struggle and Justice
By Michael Manjeet Singh

This poem is supposed to be about purported American ideals like struggle and justice.

History repeats, as greedy elected leaders fail it, so justice?

DNA shows you cannot trust this!

Citizens struggles make them forget incarcerated loved ones, suffering of prejudice and pandemic, a devil’s dichotomy.

Pandora’s box is open! Universal COVID-19 and the racist police killing of Lady Breonna Taylor, in this year, 2020!

President Trump nefariously named it “King Flu” (next internment?) blaming all who is (me) Asian.

How does one educate the misinformed masses and convert it into a positive persuasion?

Video shows all! Eric Garner of carotid choke, then George Floyd, a knee asphyxiating his neck.

Their last breaths sputtered forth – “I can’t breathe!” as they are forcefully face pressed to the concrete deck.

Twin razors bleed the USA; one of the body (SARS-2), the other implicitly biased and bigoted brain.

Kaepernick (foretold it) with a knee to take a stand; wicked white cop knelt for 8:46 to take life, how insane!

From inside prison (Plato’s Cave), my T.V. window to the world I see people marching, chanting “No justice, no peace!”

Same scene next day, unarmed and non-white minorities, victims of crooked cops hollering “Defund the police!”

Code of silence ensure charges never stick (Kevlar badges) exit court, wild crowds smash windows, spray paint, “Justice or riot!”

Body cams show four pigs weighing him down, the white one, hand in pocket (like business as usual), “You can’t deny it!”

Petri dish prison life is just as bad! The callous contagion, ‘cancelled all visits until further notice’.

Not seeing my family, my mind is a mess without seeing them. It severely disables my head’s equilibrium and bliss.

My mama’s hugs and kiss (is the magical human touch, a love that means so much) drought of which induces tears to fall.

The real me exposed when with my loved ones – laughing and loving family of four. Only with them do I stand tall.

Difficult are daily prison encounters with demons’ dysfunctions disguised as a toll of emotional distress.

My internal conflicts constantly work hard to seek my justice denied, a never-ending mental duress.

Challenges come multiple as migraines exponentially worsen, so I push myself and go (hella!) hard in the paint.

Cause with trials and tribulations (truth does not prevail!) as prison is a place where it really cain’t.

Struggle: to overcome and realise a dream. As MLK Jr. said, “To be judged by the content of your character, not by the colour of your skin!”

Justice: to level playing fields, reparations and ethnic balance to void institutional racism, so we can all win!

Cesar Chavez said, “Si Se Puede!”, Gandhi said, “Be the change you wish to see!”

Only, if we all follow roads to this path, can we as humans sustain a collectively moral victory! All individuals, black and brown, are not spontaneously good, all white people are not automatically bad.

Sometimes we all fail to see that the worst is ‘your own kind’, evoking a hurt you never had!

Citizens struggles make them forget incarcerated loved ones, suffering of prejudice and pandemic, a devil’s dichotomy.

Pandora’s box is open! Universal COVID-19 and the racist police killing of Lady Breonna Taylor, in this year, 2020!

President Trump nefariously named it “King Flu” (next internment?) blaming all who is (me) Asian.

How does one educate the misinformed masses and convert it into a positive persuasion?

Video shows all! Eric Garner of carotid choke, then George Floyd, a knee asphyxiating his neck.

Their last breaths sputtered forth – “I can’t breathe!” as they are forcefully face pressed to the concrete deck.

Twin razors bleed the USA; one of the body (SARS-2), the other implicitly biased and bigoted brain.

Kaepernick (foretold it) with a knee to take a stand; wicked white cop knelt for 8:46 to take life, how insane!

From inside prison (Plato’s Cave), my T.V. window to the world I see people marching, chanting “No justice, no peace!”

Same scene next day, unarmed and non-white minorities, victims of crooked cops hollering “Defund the police!”

Code of silence ensure charges never stick (Kevlar badges) exit court, wild crowds smash windows, spray paint, “Justice or riot!”

Body cams show four pigs weighing him down, the white one, hand in pocket (like business as usual), “You can’t deny it!”

Petri dish prison life is just as bad! The callous contagion, ‘cancelled all visits until further notice’.

Not seeing my family, my mind is a mess without seeing them. It severely disables my head’s equilibrium and bliss.

My mama’s hugs and kiss (is the magical human touch, a love that means so much) drought of which induces tears to fall.

The real me exposed when with my loved ones – laughing and loving family of four. Only with them do I stand tall.

Difficult are daily prison encounters with demons’ dysfunctions disguised as a toll of emotional distress.

My internal conflicts constantly work hard to seek my justice denied, a never-ending mental duress.

Challenges come multiple as migraines exponentially worsen, so I push myself and go (hella!) hard in the paint.

Cause with trials and tribulations (truth does not prevail!) as prison is a place where it really cain’t.

Struggle: to overcome and realise a dream. As MLK Jr. said, “To be judged by the content of your character, not by the colour of your skin!”

Justice: to level playing fields, reparations and ethnic balance to void institutional racism, so we can all win!

Cesar Chavez said, “Si Se Puede!”, Gandhi said, “Be the change you wish to see!”

Only, if we all follow roads to this path, can we as humans sustain a collectively moral victory!

All individuals, black and brown, are not spontaneously good, all white people are not automatically bad.

Sometimes we all fail to see that the worst is ‘your own kind’, evoking a hurt you never had!

Lost and Profound
By Michael Manjeet Singh

Literal torture inflicted upon my mental health
No longer am I young, it aint my sense of wealth
Each minute is an awfully cruel, emotional drain
Falling into dark pits, losing ground fast, without any gain
How can I rehabilitate, improve and be changed,
When your psychosis is to isolate me and make me deranged?
You separated me from the pack, Now I’m a recluse
Hear that sound? Rollin’ around my screws are now loose.
This duress adversely warps my mind
Stressin’ in solitary (SHU, ASU) its effects are far from kind
Efforts to use coping skills become A MAJOR COMPLICATION
Nullified because never-ending cortisol distress of subjugation
This solo situation – PROMPTED BY A RUSE – is fully forced
I hear hella voices and counting yet from reality I’m divorced
Forced solitude makes me feel so hollow and empty inside
Its’ cemetary silent, feels like a graveyard, like I’ve died
I’m locked in here – all alone, can’t call those loved one, my vital lifeline
Desperately, I need a phone to hear voices I love so I know they’re fine
A panic, induced isolation, causing me to truly, seriously suffer
From intimate connection to life, there’s no greater buffer
Being socially lonely has a permanent and deadly impact
It feels like your entire soul has been fatally attacked
The Mental Black Hole exacerbates the mind’s pain
I don’t know how to deal with this erraticated brain
They told fabrications to put me inside – all lies!
Since I’m falsely accused, should I inflict real pain evoking tears from eyes?
This scenario is well known to drive many men critically insane
I am strong and will thrive until I can no longer feign
I feel like I’m at the end of my rope
What else can I hold on to, to give me some hope?
Prison is dark already, this deconstruction of brain, only makes it more
How long before they open this pit from the depths of hell’s door?
When will this cavity fully engulf and swallow me?
I want to feel as if I’m part of something bigger, don’t you see?
Focus fiercely because light always comes after the dark.
All you need is synapse wire with a small inner spark
You have to come back – circle of life – like a boomerang
Gotta fight hard, grit your teeth and show your fang
In my mind’s eye, this is the solitary (SHU, ASU) segregation effect
My face, a façade, so my emotions YOU CAN’T READ OR DETECT
Physically, I am fine, safe and sound
But still, the loneliness in my heard and mind is quite profound.

Illness Overcome… & Then Some
By Michael Manjeet Singh
(Written January 2021)

Illness Overcome… & Then Some
By Michael Manjeet Singh
(Written January 2021)
In some form or fashion,
Everyone needs a little compassion
Arrested development and trauma leads to the loss of your emotional core
Walls are put up, then you’re locked behind mental bars and a steel door
Because most chase momentary, instant gratification
As their only concern is the one and only #1
Everyone stays too busy to stop, look and listen
Suddenly it’s you covered in sweat with a body chills kinda condition
What’s the matter? Covid cat got your tongue?
It devours your each breath and inflames every lung
This illness aint no joke! You better mask it!
Cause it’s killed more in the U.S. than WWII, 425,000 in a casket.
Vaccines – Moderna, Pfizer or J & J – it don’t matter what kind
Get in where you fit in, cause this shot is hard to find!
I know cause I’ve been there and done that
After Covid-19 came and left me, I was no longer fat!
The vomiting aint no simple hangover, I went 6 hours straight – for hella long
Couldn’t even hold down liquid Pedialite, it came out all wring
As I wondered when will I be free, in went the I.V.
I looked up and saw wires, a machine, and a nurse
And a bagful of liquid that looked like a see through purse.
The currency it carried is called bamianinivab
After the 3 tube transfusion and two days of non-stop sleep, I felt FAB!
No one is too big or tough to avoid getting this illness inoculated
Not even Nostradamus could’ve foreseen or calculated
So, you better beware of how you (treat others) act
Cause you never know (when and) whose help you’ll truly need
Make every day a random act of kindness and do a good deed
Cause it aint over, even after you think you are fine
When you try and take a deep breath, you’ll hear a wheezing whine
You’ve gotta wait for much longer until you can feel like you’re back to norm
Healing and recovery is like unlocking that steel, heavy door.
Like to unbuild mountains and unlearn racism is a never-ending chore
Whether you’re in or out of a real or ‘self-made’ prison cell
Loneliness forced solitude and illness is the worst kind of HELL!
When you decide to fight and finally test your best self and all the more
Only with genuine intent and focused drive can you succeed, breaking obstacles
And pushing through that door!

 
 
Affirmative Advocate
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
This is called a “Remember Me” poem
Folks might wonder, “How could I, when I didn’t even know ‘em?”
I am the affirmative advocate, to write and speak of in favor
With my tireless, writer’s left hand, each victory I savor
But I’ll tell you what, if you see e day in and day out – I’m doin’ my dirt
I put in work, filing papers exercisin’ rights, striking blows and makin’ the system hurt!
After 6:30 AM insulin and chow, I sit at the same prison dayroom table with my ink pen
I’m coffee’d up and ‘para gratis,’ I help whoever shows up with a grievance or lawsuit again
Just when you think doin’ time can’t get no harder, THINK TWICE
As you sit from your cushy house, and all the other amenities of paradise
Things I always say to people around me, “write that ass up!” on paper
Cause most inmates talk too much, complain a lot – spewing poisonous vapor
I respect people who are NOT a pawn in the process
Those who fight the system, and this crazy COVID-19 mess
Despite this wheelchair, I want people to remember, that I can take flight in the air!
I take the systems’ plights and use it as fuel to my fire to change all the racism and unfair
I possess the intangible skill to never stop trying — my indomitable will
To overcome and to do it against all odds, I’m the underdog with undeniable skill!
Have been to hell and back, I returned dripping fire,
from having fought and won against the death penalty
“I won the ultimate fight a battle royal for my life!” — is how to remember me!
My heart and soul bears too many emotional wounds and scars
I think about them deeply, mostly at night — in the dark — when I see steel bars
I’ve heard, “That which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger!”
I constantly wonder — all this suffering — how much longer?
When I think, reflect, reminisce and remember
About back in the day when I was (young & dumb & full of come) younger
The age-old riddle of, “How do you inject the knowledge from experience and wisdom
Directly into the youth mind without them enduring the tortuous life’s pain and then some
A truly real thing about doing time, something that I’m always thinking of…
That a boring night at home is a luxury I truly miss in my home full of love
That he IS (I AM) a loving Son, a great Big Brother, a one of a kind…
That he is a truly loyal friend and always willing to help, qualities that are hard to find,
A very hard worker and an energetic hunger to fight the draconian system
Built from ill-treatment, reprisals and residual retaliation (animus) from CO’s who’ve dissed him
Michael Manjeet Singh always says, “Fight the Power!” re: corruption and CO misconduct
Cause if you don’t, you lose all rights for compensation in court and you’re phucked!
I love who I am — battle scars and all
It makes me unique and allows me TO STAND TALL!
My emotions are like cuff links and worn on my sleeves
Cause it keeps ‘em off of you, ain’t no honor among them badge-wearing thieves
I see, hear, and feel this stuff — all at the same time, if looks could be deceiving
You’d be surprised it ain’t us prisoners who’s getting ALL the COVID-19 cleaning supplies receiving
These are the daily issues and agendas that materialize from the angry talk
I do my best to encourage everyone to file paperwork and walk the walk
So “remember me” and the things I’m speaking of, ain’t none of it fiction
Hopefully, the reader won’t ever be required to spend time inside a prison’s jurisdiction

 

 
Made From My Soul
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
Each morning I awake to her voice, it’s saying
Mom says “Manjee – jaghoo (wake up!) khana kailo (eat!), AAR (and) kham pehr jau” (off to work) and its weighing
All my hands and fingers (each digit – pinkie, ring, middle and index and especially my thumb.
From working 12 – 15 hour daze, non-stop and no breaks, makes my aching body fully numb
All day, I am made to tie the smallest, tightest and most compact of knots
Just to go home and pick to sleep from one of the cots.
I’m so tired of the burnt gas smell – the kerosene lamps so tiredly bright.
I felt like I can hardly breathe in this stuffiness, but I continue to tie knots with all my might
I do this rug making for very few rupees a week
So that my family can eat…can live one more day, however humble and meek.
In as many weeks, I can make them oh-so-well, 3 or 4 or more
Just so they can be sold overseas for $5 thousand bucks each (carpet) from a vendor’s door
I hate what I do, but do what I can because for my job you (literally) cannot be a man.
Your hands got to be oh so small with lots of dexterity, to make the most beautiful carpets in the world that I can
You only see these expensive rugs in rich peoples’ home.
And ya’ll never even think about the back room, sweatshop where it’s made – inside your dome
I do it cause I love my family immensely so it’s such a great deal.
I do as much as I can, so we can all eat a meal.
It’s my parents and little sister that I most highly value
It’s why I work so hard and do what I do
It’s my family that I truly love
I work so hard (for the gifts) and show appreciation for the Gods above
My soul (atman) has reincarnated (me) here
That’s why I put my heart into all I do and without any fear
Me, a lil boy, shouldering, carrying the most weight
Just like Hanuman – the Monkey God Great!
Love of family fuels my heart
And God does the rest to keep us from falling apart!
 
Corner Trafficking
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
He drives up to her, then she walks to the car’s window and says
“A half and half means sex and head”
And “You better bring your money, because ‘me no love you long time without $20 in bread’”
On a daily basis, working the cruel and tough street corners, serves as her trade
Putting in (hours) work and standing out there in the fierce wind and biting cold – just to get paid
Prostitution – they call it the world’s oldest profession
Once she engages in it and ‘plies the trade’, the world calls her done
As ‘passers-by’ we see the bright red lipstick and the criss-cross, fishnet stockings in black
A female, a grown woman (biologically) and of legal age and hopefully nice titties, a big rack
This is also when we see – the customer that’s ‘looking for a date’  – a man called “John”
We imagine the woman we will see – since she gets paid to date, is someone over who we’ll fawn
Synonyms of the job:  tramp, hooker, slut, wore and f course (the glamorous) call-girl or stripper
If, after getting ‘serviced’, the John might try to kick, slap, punch
or even ‘ pull a gun’ as he tries to rob/jack her
We don’t see the extension-cord slash marks, lashed upon her, by her pimp, numerous scars
Because the only view we see is from a distance, macro, afar.
She is made to work hella hours, nights and cities – standing on the corners, hard concrete
Working away her life – spent on her knees,
on her back and on top of a bed, when she aint getting eat.
No-one knows her story, or how she came to be in a state such as this
Anyone believes she came into the world this way, something is truly amiss.
On the surface, you might think it be funny to laugh at this lady of the night
The sad matter of truth, she works so much to feed the baby of a trick with all her might
What would you do – if you had a hungry, crying kid who needed to be fed?
It wouldn’t understand – unless you had the strongest power known to man –
a mother’s love – and put him to bed
They say’ it’s easy to judge a book by its cover’, especially without a real look or glance
Much of this is true and some form or fashion, girls get taken, strung-out and don’t stand a chance
It began, when as a little girl they was so young and sweet and kind
Being nice and fun loving an enjoying life, really having a pure and open mind.
Then (statistics say) a male relative or family friend snuck into her bed late one night
Defined her life, belief in (good) men and shattered her innocence, thus began her struggle and plight
The next couple of lines aint gonna be no story or fib or fiction
Of a 14 year old girl – ‘Celeste Guap’ from Oakland,
literally used as a whore by hella cops of Bay Area jurisdiction
A scandalous story, carried by paper, TV, media –
as cops paid her money and info on ‘when’s the next police raid’
Bay area media went crazy, with scintillating details of police corruption,
greed and abuse of power and to exploit a minor and get laid
The girl was a victim of human slave labor and victim of sex trafficking industry
And who is supposed to ‘Protect and Serve’?
 It truly makes you wonder how much lower a molester can he be?

A Letter to My 15 Year Old Self
By Michael Manjeet Singh

Dear Michael,

Learn what you can from other people’s negative experiences without having to endure it yourself.   Be patient.  Don’t win the battle just to lose the war.  Meditation helps.  Don’t get involved with married women.  Treat everyone well.  Always work hard.

Remember what God has done – give you 2 ears and one mouth and recall what it means – to listen twice as much as you talk.  Always help others with your skills – especially those with mental issues, lack of education and/or those with limited English.  You can change the world outside, from being strong on the inside (both in attitude and in location of prison).  Don’t procrastinate with homework and term papers.  Learn to fail so you can learn to succeed.  Always remember – the power of the people is greater than the people in power!  And use that mindframe to unite positive people to achieve great things.  Never stop puttin’ in work.  When you get tired, work even harder – using your passion as fuel.  Make and carry a daily ‘things to do’ list;  learn everything you can – cut out articles, write down quotes you like and define words (from dictionary), when you come upon a word you don’t know, use pockets of time (at work, while waiting at the clinic, etc., ) to prepare – because luck is when preparation meets opportunity.  Learn to organize – e.g. date important events, so when you refer back to the event – you have an important reference point;  be neat so your mind doesn’t carry the ‘mental weight’ of feeling the clutter that you’ve created by being a pack-rat.

Remember  that fear is really – what you think that others think about you.  You can’t control others’ response – but you can control the most important response, and that is your own.  Everyone has a story and a perspective that you can learn something from – so remember to:  listen to learn and learn to listen better and better.  Make time for your self – peace, introspective process and mindful meditation.  Do extra work and be diligent in your studies – especially when everyone is taking it easy.  Don’t be a know-it-all because you’ll blow-it-all!  Talk quick and make it slick – so it will stick.  Be reliable and follow through.  You are not alone.  Your parents and brother love you and will be there for you NO matter what.  You can do it all right and things can still go wrong – this is when your focus factor will help you push and achieve all the way through.  The right things will happen at the right time – so believe in God.

Yours truly,
Your Older Version,

Michael Manjeet Singh

Ode to the 2nd Greatest
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
It reminds me – of hours and hours of practice, back and forth
Gracefully moving front, back, side to side, launch it up high north
It kindles in me memories that are truly thrilling
When you do it so many times, it becomes the instinct of killing
It’s acquired by umpteen hours of repetition
To be a great, you must go on a daily mission
Everyone else is who you must outwork
Even after the lights go out, in the shadows you must continue to lurk
People say, “He worked harder than anyone around”!
No matter where you go, he gains way more ground
He passed the same way he lived and flew high above all
He was the rookie slam-dunk champ and truly stood tall
His stature in hoops is that of a giant
Better known as The Black Mamba, The Kobe Bryant!
Always wearing the purple and gold
His last game, what  a sight to behold!
He lit up the board for 81
Before he was finally done
This is an ode to the 2nd greatest
On Sunday 1/26/20 he passed as the latest
The thing I remember about him most
When he was movin’ with the ball, yo ass was toast!
 
*Age Old Wisdom – The Piece who Brought Peace!*
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
If you could eat dinner with a past great,
Would you pick someone you’d like to emulate?
Bapu Ji, your humble and gracious nature abound,
You won some and lost some, but gave your best each round.
Everyone knows who you are
Cesar Chavez, MLK, Mandela consider you a star
Your glasses many a times were beaten off your face,
You were told you are the wrong kinda race
Step by step, you’ve led many a rally
After you were assassinated, others walked in the same lonesome valley
To be loved, yet simultaneously despised by your own kind
You fought for freedom no matter what, without payin no mind
Then you united our own people by going without
You brought victory without much even a shout!
You and me wear the same skin tone
Which was used as ill-justification to beat you, til it cut to the bone
You freed the Mother Nation from under white power
Upon your demise, your life was celebrated by millions, each throwing a flower
Many years later, César Chavez, Martin Luther King Jnr and Mandela did the same,
Using your strategic tactics of marching with non-violence to also change the game
Then came Mandela, Nelson that is
Who exited prison, triumphantly became president, making Africa his
To be a phoenix and rise from ash
This little Bapu Ji and his moustache
Walked with a stick and made his own salt
He made the British ruling over India halt
To change the world with love over hate
Who is next to lead mankind, can only be told by fate
Long live Gandhi Ji
Who has truly inspired me!
 
Metaphor – My Heart Is
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
My heart is lost in thought,
What got me here, I forgot
My heart is fire and emotion
Lost in the journey of a tumultuous ocean
You mess me up hella bad
Then you try to rejuvenate all that I’ve had
My heart thinks of the great moments of joy
Then the next moment I wonder if that’s a deceitful ploy!
The pain is a thought that’s so intense
I feel trapped inside slivers of a fence
When I listen to music and song, my thoughts get more lost
With life’s trials and tribulations, I’ve paid the ultimate cost
My thoughts don’t know where to go from here
My heart’s deepest doubt comes from the unknown’s fear.
 
For My People
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
I’m what’s called an “Other” 4 real
Cause in prison, behind these walls, that’s the deal.
When you are not black, white or brown
We (others) got the smallest, tightest car (racial group) in this town.
I speak my native tongue, Hindi and Punjabi
I love all my Indian food – especially chicken Tandoori
When I say (Indian), its not feather, but real 22 karat gold
And red dots, turbans and saris -a beautiful sight to behold
When I speak with my loving, tight family
Only we understand our talk, so great to have privacy
We are a loving and loyal nuclear unit
When we pray, Indian-style is how we sit
After 9/11 (2001) racist times were abound and quite sad
Cause to be a genuine you (Punjabi) was seen as inviting the bad
But in spite of it all
We (Sikhs) stand mighty and tall
No matter who or where
There’s always an Indian standing there
Ready to help after a Hurricane Katrina or damaging storm
Cause for me and my people, to help others is our status quo, the norm
Culturally special events, the Festival of Lights – Diwali!
Wow! What a wondrous and special place to be!
Starting with the 5 Ks in store
My culture, I’m always hungry to learn more
The Khanga, Kupra, Kurha, Kirpan
And Khana, also music Bhangra & Bhajan
I’m trying to learn all about my history
So I can truly be the best of me.
 
Prison Privilege – To Suppress Me
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
Does one even exist?
Here it is, in a nutshell, the gist.
I wish that for a life there was a reprieve
Something to repress all that was used to deceive
A 1538.5 motion to suppress
OMG!  I can’t believe I’m in this mess!
It’s a class or caste system
I don’t know how (the warning signs) I missed them
The anger I feel, is hella real.
These weenie built, 21 year old, 5’ 3” of a guard
All walk around this level 2, like they made of steel and hella hard
Or a bull-dager lookin’ bitch with stripes or a bar
Taking their anger out on me – over-reaching/going way too far
These C/Os shouldn’t blame inmates for not “getting none” the night before
Instead, they come to work the next and refuse to check their trouble at the front door.
They abuse their power and justify that by thinkin’ you are guilty
Because they think “How dare you be smarter than me!”
And “You’re an inmate that I (fully) control!”
To ‘them’ – your punishment aint just doing time
It’s also being used as a target when you don’t “tell” by dropping a dime
I don’t care what you punk ass c/os say!
I’m always win – by doing shit my way
Police do scandalous acts and evidence planting
With their testifying and stealing from drug dealers to get rich and wear bling
All this makes me think of 2009 – when a dude named Lavelle Mixon
Simultaneously took out four and really fixed ‘em
I hate to think like this
But the willful inhumanity and oppression, violating Cal Penal Code 147, is hard to miss!
 
Homeland Security!!?
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
I never knew bein’ wrongly convicted was part of bein’ “Born in the USA”
I believed the ‘sky is the limit’, but my faith was ill planted because it turned out this way!
Homeland?  But you can’t take a knee to take a stand (stand tall) against oppression?
Cause if you do, all that it costs, you take a major loss, then ‘you’re (fired) done!’
Life began so sweetly, I had it all happiness – that is – all till the end of school days
But ever since then the only bell that I hear – is a red turning noisy siren, inside this maze
I thought the formula was;  graduate, get paid, laid and be happily ever after
Then in a blurry haze – I see the “others in myself and myself in others”, a never-ending chase
Sometimes to think a thought and close your eyes
Aint so relaxin’ cause it makes you (hella) mad and your heartbeat rise
At 45 now, I feel I can better understand
That “a mind is a terrible thing to waste” school (of thought) brand
I always wanna fight (survival of the fittest in prison) no matter what
Is it my own face – outta spite (and hate) – whose nose I may cut?
My hate for the cruel, abusive system truly runs deep and is real
I don’t think – even the homeland – can know how I truly feel
Cause to be part of the 10% doing 90% (feels like lots) of work
As 90% of ‘ the (so-called) people’ ‘are [hella lazy (talk too much) ], collective jerk!
Every day – is a fight to return to the (real me) for real
I just wanna return home and eat my Mama’s home cooked (with love) meal
Also, before I did, I wanna return 2 Sproul Plaza at Cal, my hometown Berkeley
To see a [(frat)ternity] step show and or fight for affirmative action without a gun pointed at me.
 
Who Do You Need To Forgive
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
Now, the shoe goes on the other
Or to not forgive (and keep the HATE bottled in), and pointed like a shiv
Do empathy work, when the first foot is the Brother?
Should I, or should I not?
Constantly, I find myself distraught!
Me, myself and I
I’ve been sent to a place and
I cannot say good-bye
On a daily basis – I see my face
I want the incarceration to end
I’m hella tired of breaking and I can’t bend
Can you forgive yourself for a cruel twist of fate
What is this so-called Destiny?
I feel like sometimes is already too late
What’s going on – do HE HATE ME?
I be feelin’ hella lost and found
The road less traveled – left or right?
I work harder than all – to break where I’m bound!
This struggle, or ordeal is one hell of a plight
Am I ever gonna be my best – pound for pound?
The wrong crowd won’t let up
Will I ever get over being set up?
If I could turn back time
I’d make even better choices – so my fate is mine?
How can you forgive yourself, when it’s not your fault?
I wish ALL the pain, from all the LOSSES, would just HALT!
 
Dear Anybody
By Michael Manjeet Singh
 
Written from inside the “SHU” (Security Housing Unit)
 after the “police” COs used excessive force

1.) I’m all alone,
Can’t use the phone!
Pigs plant evidence,
Chit don’t make sense,
Locked in a fence.

2.) Billy Club, night stick,
Hit me hella, in my dick!
Don’t believe the hype,
The po-po lies in their type!

3.) Can’t even open my mouth,
To try and eat,
Face smashed south,
Hella hard to concrete.

4.) Ain’t no camera/video,
Cause the state capitol
Of Cali, in Sacramento
Is the CO’s Union’s (CCPOA) HO!

5.) Need a lady in my life,
To help me get through the strife
& clasp my hand,
Through tough times, hourglass passing SAND!

6.) They mock me
For what I (race) be!
Call me camel jockey,
Sand nigga & paki
Since 9/11, I’m all of the above.

7.) Strong despite IT!
After each hit after hit!
I will ALWAYS be TRUE
An INDIA(N), PUNJABI-HINDU
I hope this goes viral
To end police-violence & it’s never ending SURVIVAL

8.) Don’t get mad or act of outrage
If you haven’t (or won’t) MADE.
A stand to try & make this forbade
Police BRUTALITY, the worst kinda FADE!

9.) How can I be sane?
When on a daily, I’m losing more of my brain,
Physically, I’m losing too-I walk with a cane!

10.) How is the USA home of the brave & freedom of choice
When you can’t take a knee (to take a stand) as your voice?
What’s going on? You ain’t sure
Until they put you down face 1st & force you to endure.

11.) My family, my LOVED ONES can only do so much,
Cause the police (CO’s), intentionally keep me OUT OF TOUCH!
They put me “in the hole”, solitary, asu and such!

12.) Kill a prisoner,
& nobody cares til it’s too late
To assault a guard & injure,
The inmate gets killed & CO’s call it “fate.”
They hit you so hard, til you say SIR
Then hide behind WHITE PRIVILEGE
As if they’re standing on the other side of the Golden Gate bridge!

13.) We are not equal
That’s a buncha bull!
He hates me! = He hurt me! =
He hold the KEY,
Got hit so hard, it hurt to PEE!

14.) Even breathing’ cause me serious pain
Hella blows, down on me they struck,
Like a huge windfall & major downpour of rain!
It hurt so bad, all I could do is be a sitting duck.
15.) They hurt the brave
Even if you behave
You are “belly-chained” like a slave

16.) Breathing hurts my chest
By kicks in jest
The police, I detest
“Don’t resist!”
Got me pissed

17.) They say “stop resisting!”
As you lay, taking blows & twisting
To stagger the misting
Of all the pepper spray
Used to ruin your day

18.) That’s life in prison
Everyday’s SURVIVAL is a MISSION!
The police “code of silence”
Keeps hidden & perpetuates “correctional” violence

19.) It’s me that that pig tried to rape
But I kick & fought, refusing to let that pig penetrate
There’s only so much hate I can take
That had me thinkin’, “should I never awake?”
They use the fact of your incarceration
As a means for il-perceivewd corporal punishment justification.

20.) They say “to protect & serve”
But all they do is give us shit we don’t deserve
The police are TOTALITARIAN DICTATORS!
A gang (with badges(, a forceful team of minority haters!

21.) White hoods replaced with badges & gun
Reach for (whatever) & you are done!

22.) Unreasonable xenophobia & fear
Don’t justify guns, tanks & military gear
If somebody don’t or won’t stop the police shooting
There’s gonna be never-ending riots & looting
This is their way of ethnic cleansing our lives mooting

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