Writing With a Broken Pen: The Blood Is My Ink
By Marlon Powe
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Writing With a Broken Pen - Marlon Powe
Writing With a Broken Pen
The Blood is my Ink
Poems By: The Gift
Dedication
I dedicate this book
To you Spanky,
I miss you
And you will always be…
My broken pen.
Contents
Pg. 9 America Screaming
Pg. 13 Bus Stop
Pg. 19 Counting the Rain Drops
Pg. 21 Crash This Train IV
Pg. 26 Extinct
Pg. 28 Fading Colors
Pg. 31 Genocide
Pg. 33 God, Why Are You Crying?
Pg. 40 He Told Us This
Pg. 44 I Can Love You Pass Your Pain
Pg. 47 I Cry Smiles
Pg. 50 I’m Sorry Chicago
Pg. 55 Imagine
Pg. 58 In a Room Full of People
Pg. 60 Judges
Pg. 63 Let My Words Make Love to You
Pg. 68 Love like This
Pg. 71 Miss Jackson
Pg. 73 Mr. Pistol II
Pg. 78 Notification
Pg. 81 Our Paths Crossed for a Reason
Pg. 84 Rain on Me
Pg. 90 Still Counting
Pg. 93 The Agreement II
Pg. 96 The First Drop of You
Pg. 98 The Prettiest Poem
Pg. 101 The Question She Asked Her Mother
Pg. 105 Where Were You
Pg. 108 Your Love is Queen
America Screaming
Despite the facts that my heart cries
And penitentiary walls conceal our history like
Spies,
I can’t compromise my faith.
I put money on my brother commissary today
Praying that time would fly away
But we all know dead hope can’t fly.
I talked to God when escape from darkness
Is not an option.
Lord I know that you love us and
We have traveled down this road before
But I really need
You to step in and stop this.
My brother eyes crammed with tears
As he pulled the sawed-off shotgun from his waist.
He aimed it at the other drug dealer face; Grace
Is not a part of his equation today?
He has met with death before
So the pain of life makes death his starvation.
He never considered the years he would be facing
As he blew the other drug dealer face in.
He has two strikes already
And Clinton Correctional Facility spaghetti
Taste better than
Four nights of fasting.
So he loaded up the bricks
And no my brother is not a mason
But he travels the slumps delivering
Death in white faces.
Trina sells her soul because she’s
Addicted to its embraces.
She tried living for the future
But the nightmares from her past still chases her.
In her mind there’s no way out because the
Projects
Holds the keys to her determination;
But it was stolen at the age of seven
When her step-dad stole her innocence
And sold it to the highest bidder.
I’m painting you a picture
Of the ghetto in living colors
Where track marks become birth marks
For crack babies whose futures are
Auctioned off before conception.
Abortion is not an option;
Five-hundred dollars can buy plenty of flour.
In these streets;
Water is now as thick as blood
But blood still spill like water.
Trina tried talking to her pastor but why bother.
He refuses to leave the comforts of the steps of his mega church
To talk to the dope –fiends, gang-bangers and
Rapist.
I remember it being twelve disciples who followed Jesus Christ, now it’s tens of thousands who follow King Hoover.
So who is delivering the gospel to our children?
It’s Gangsters, Vice Lords, Latin Kings, Crips and Bloods. Young souls are being lost;
Spirits are stuck in the mud because
The color of your shirt can get you put in the mud.
Ask any mother have they ever buried a thug
And their tears will paint you an honest picture of
No.
The truth shall set them free;
Its hunting seasons on these young men souls.
So while the devil place a cost on the heads
Of the walking dead
That are American dreaming,
They should be American screaming
Because death walks the streets in brood day light
With his guns drawn
Looking for the first cowboy who thinks he can’t defeat him.
He hasn’t lost yet
So place a Bible to your chest damn a bullet proof vest.
Jesus rose from the grave it hasn’t been duplicated since,
So it makes no since to straddle the fence
Because bullets hurdle barriers like Edwin Moses
But he can’t part the sea of death the blood from our youth run over.
They are American dreaming,
They should be American screaming
Because the depths of darkness
Can’t be measured in a non-believer.
That’s why I can hear the echoes on the walls of misplaced hearts;
Pattering like acid raindrops on the roads that leads to nowhere. I use to believe you reap what you sow
But consciences don’t get checked anymore.
Why would you get punished for some shit?
You have no control over?
Our stories were already read before our books were written. The author is anonymous