Silver Bracelets (part 2)

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who is the man in your eyes with the gun your creator of pain the reason behind not loving me not wanting 2 be loved you cry at the same time each night call out his name when you’re holding me sister, i understand understand that he is gone and you must let go who is the man in your eyes with the gun do you love him more than me tell me, sister tell me about this man (widow speaking:) see, i remember him more than god he laid his pain on my lap and laughed it was wrapped in my husband’s blood-stained shirt his blood gripped around his body not wanting 2 let go god cries every time i speak my pain i never had a chance 2 hold my fiancé 2 say i love you one last time the gun hugged him, kissed him on his forehead his heart, his stomach, and had an orgy on his body made passionate love and he came blood i never had a chance 2 really get 2 know his strengths 2 learn his faults my memory of him is incomplete all i remember is his savior who used his gun as a cross forced me 2 walk into hell god, have you fallen in love with him yet? has his smile made u smile does he tell you jokes that make you laugh all night are you happy now that you took him from me his children still wait for the sound of his keys for him 2 talk of his pains so they can snatch them and change them into love “when is papa coming home,” they ask and i say, “never” he’s talking 2 god now he has a new home and they cry tears that yell louder than their father’s screams so who is this man in my eyes with the gun? it’s my fiancé’s savior the one who makes his family cry at 10:45 pm every night they say he is only 19 my fiancé was only 25 and i will cry the rest of my life.

Silver Bracelets

silver bracelets lock afrikans killed returned 2 living hell as i walk thru the valley of death i can hear the laughter see the gossip being yelled from open windows ms. so-and-so’s son has fallen fallen from perfection, as they see it their cracker god gave me twenty-five-2-life each day is a blow 2 my soul each day, i forget the purpose of living this is where afrikan screams, yells can be heard as men jerk their dicks waiting for that reminder of loved ones young victims are made into bitches that suck dick and cry at the same time i hear their yells and shiver how many times can a man die? each day is a new death each midnight is when they pronounce me dead Jesus does not hang on my walls i killed him every time i needed someone 2 release my pain on i stabbed him in my mind ‘til jah could not take no more and pulled me away i see her face a loved one i will never see again her letters 2 me are kidnapped and molested by the prison guards by the time i touch them, they are not pure no more your love has died all that remains are words that curse me speak of my son who will never touch me who dies in my mind everyday his tears from his face have disappeared, i wonder why all i can do is cry as my cell mate’s bed squeaks and he moans like a billie holiday record i look 2 the ceiling and see my executioner i see the seconds stand there and smile i try 2 picture in my mind ways i could have changed them and hid them, change time death kicks my dream 2 the ground as the executioner places silver bracelets on my hand seconds laugh so now everyday becomes a struggle every morning i see the same walls i pray for the end of the world so i can escape my death people ask me, “do you feel any pain, any shame for killing him” i say, “you was not there when they trained me 2 be a killer, all you can see is my victim’s pain” society laughs, they blame their crimes on me 2 blame the cracker is a crime they blame me for tears formed in my eyes, they never fall when i hear my victim’s screams for some reason when i pulled the trigger it was meant 2 be i bathed in his blood and looked into his lover’s eyes and saw that i would be remembered more than him i became equal 2 Jah i became equal 2 Jesus i became the one thing his widow could touch her living dream i brought my pain and laid it at her lap when i killed him so now i walk thru living hell and fear no evil when i close my eyes, i see children crying in dark churches mothers dressed in black looking out windows for their loved ones 2 come home fathers at bars cursing my name i open my eyes and see saviors men who will never be forgotten i’m the one Malcolm never touched, Martin never saw, Jesus never had hope for am i a victim or a man who runs thru the street looking for someone 2 blame i don’t know each day becomes darker and darker until i can’t see but hear screams that get louder and louder i finally realize it’s me i’m only 19 19 years old serving twenty-five-2-life.

28 de jul de 20246 min

Silver Bracelets (part 2)

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