#55: Encased.


Trying hard to remember

What freedom smells like,

Throwing pebbles to sliver bars,

Humming prison tunes,

Hanging out with prison guards,

Playing spades with killers

Swapping stories with thieves

And fighting with liars,

Tattooing names of lovers we’ll never see,

Washing our bodies,

Yet reeking of past sins,

Praying, Even though we don’t believe

Watching yet another die for his sins,

We live in a penthouse of the undesirable,

Rows of rift raft,

White trash,

Sons of the ghetto,

Young and old,

Men who once knew love,

But not no more,


Never to be seen again

And this is how the song ends.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

#54: Tales of an Inner Voice

After it’s all said and done,

When the final notes have being sung,

And the sound of mass laughter has faded

Only you and I shall stand

In the morning you will have to deal with me,

I’ll wait as you awake from slumber,

Staring you right in the eye,

I’ll give you enough time to recollect and calculate,

When you made me silent,

Made me sit in the corner of a desolate place,

Far removed from your right ear,

Nowhere close to your special place,

I remember when you would consult me,

You and I never made decisions independently,

But one day it all changed,

And you soon forgot my name,

But this morning,

I’m staring you dead in the eye,

I am your voice of reason,

I am the base drum to your heart beat,

I am the right to every wrong turn,

Tomorrow cannot wait-

And it’s time we joined forces once again.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014


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