Voice of the Forgotten

By Kushamir

Kushamir makes his dreams come true through his poetry. Incarcerated in North Carolina since 2004, Kushamir captures sentimental reactions to life that will make readers sit back and wonder right along with him. His poems require you to think. He refers to subjects with phrases such as picture this, in the sense of a mirage. His poetry compels a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: Mar 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638374237

Kushamir

(Kyle Jaron Bunch, #0687480) Kushamir J. Bunch'el, (aka-Kush) was born in East Orange, New Jersey on May 14, 1982. He was raised in Elizabeth City, North Carolina, and has been incarcerated in North Carolina since 2004. He is exceptionally loved by his mother, brother, daughter and other special people. His poetry is truly the voice of the forgotten.

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1ST LETTER TO FREEDOM

Dear Freedom;

What's good with you? Long time no see…

I’m so empty from the void you left in my life when they separated us. You always used to tell me that if I didn’t treat you with the upmost respect that you would leave me. I guess I didn’t take you seriously. You have left me in the past but you never stayed away this long. You would always stay gone long enough for me to get a small taste of what it would feel like for you to leave me completely. In 2001 you left me for a month, and through that month you threatened to never come back if I didn’t get it together. I thought that I would never see you again, but just when I unbaled my fists and gave up the fight you opened your arms and accepted me back in your life. I did right by you for a while, but it didn’t take long for me to start taking you for granted again. Sometime I think that you were too much for me. You are so precious and delicate, that I didn’t know exactly how to treat you at such a young age. You use to tell me to take my time and be easy and you would always be there. You told me to use my head and think about the situations I put myself in, and if I was about to put myself in any situation that could jeopardize our relationship to just walk away. I heard your voice but I didn’t take time to listen. You used to whisper these things to me every time the wind blew. I used to wake up to your beautiful face every morning, yet it took you leaving me for me to realize just how beautiful and priceless you really are. When you first left me on March 10, 2004, I was kind of glad. Because I knew I had neglected you and done you wrong for far too long. I knew that you were tired of playing my childish little games. I was embarrassed and ashamed because I knew you deserved better than what I had to offer. Even thought you were far out of my league, you took time out to try and bring me up to speed. Yet I didn’t listen, I was too busy indulging in things that I knew would eventually lead to our separation or maybe even divorce. I knew that you didn’t like the things I was doing, I didn’t even like them myself. But I was doing them for so long that I didn’t know how to stop on my own. I used to pray and ask GOD to change my ways so that I could keep you in my life. He was there for me but I never met him halfway. I guess you finally decided to pack your bags and leave. Since you left me I’ve had time to think about each and every time I did you wrong. I still get mad at myself to this day when I think about how badly I treated you. I’ve done a lot of changing since you left. I wish I could have been the man I am today back when we were together. I’ve been doing everything I can to get myself together so that just by chance if you ever come around again I will be ready to keep you in my life forever. I include you in my prayers every night, asking GOD to somehow, someway please bring you back in to my life. Sometimes I get a glimpse of how happy we would be together now that I’ve changed my ways. But then my happiness is snatched away from me when I wake up to see that it was only a dream. Freedom, I promise that if you come back to me I will never take you for granted again. I know that you’ve heard it all before but this time I really mean it. I can’t take back what I’ve done to you in the past but I can do everything in my power to make our future worth living. Freedom, I love you and I miss you, and you will constantly be on my mind until, we meet again.

Your X,

KUSHAMIR

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INVISIBLE ME

If I was made of nothing but air…

How would you know I was there?

If you looked around and didn’t see me…

You wouldn’t notice my stare

—If there wasn’t a sound when my feet hit the ground

And the presence of my essence was nowhere to be found

—When you needed advice my voice couldn’t be heard

If they were right in your path you wouldn’t pick up my words

—When the pressures of life become a little too much

One hug is all it takes for your heart to be touched

—If you stood before my face held in my embrace

Yet there was no proof that I ever shared your space…

—Far beyond the missing you phase, after the memories fade

Past forgotten "wishes you were here,

What a difference