POEMS
BY BIGMANN
Suspect #1, Looking Suspicious
You will be stopped and frisked without blame;
Either for your jeans sagging or your urban jargon slang-
Empowering police officers to have men of color slain.
If your hue is black or brown you're suspect #1,
Looking suspicious to everyone.
In America how does one maintain when police officers are pulling them over
With premeditation to blow out their brains?
The law breaks their own laws, then exclaims-
Their corrupted actions are justice obtained.
Looking suspicious is reason for modern-day lynching
By justified, violent badge-wearing henchmen.
Watch out black and brown men with your hat to the back,
Your hue of suspicion can earn you a barrage of bullets to the back!
Beware of those legally never convicted who-
Exert extrajudicial killings of malice affliction.
American police stand unlawful grounds,
Proclaiming you look suspicious.
They shoot black and brown men down to the ground.
With no true bill or indicted case,
Police officers receive administrative leave with pay;
While the black and brown family receives a slap to the face.
Press releases will state-
"He was another Gang member in rage!"
In truth, the American police are the gang notoriously outraged;
Attempting to unjustly put men in a cage and digging their graves.
This RealityPoem is not inscribed with hate,
It is solely the truth that some undergo every day.
I've awakened from my own internal hate.
Take heed!
With self-purification, you too can relate.
There is a war in America for looking suspicious,
Black and brown men are the bait-
Suspect #1 in these United States!
What If
What if...
All the righteous Black fallen soldiers were still breathing?
Would Black men's hearts have someone to believe in?
What if...
Martin Luther King JR. was still breathing?
Would he still preach of the dream he believed in?
What if...
Huey P. Newton lived to see the Black Panthers through?
Would we stand strong as a group?
What if...
Malcolm X had an opportunity to deliver more of the truth?
Would we have better-living youths?
What if...
Bigg Tookie Williams was never executed, but free?
Would the streets stop the violence and all Gangsters unite?
What if...
Tupac Shakur was able to live his life out encouragingly?
Would Black men be inspired to find purpose too?
What if, all this were true?!
No Innocent Kids
Daily, an infant is confined in a cell-like baby crib;
Preparing toddlers for prison ties...
Why do we destroy innocent minds?
The product of childhood experience-
Children speak what they hear and imitate what they see.
Ghetto activity is what they will come to be,
But at 10 are they conscious of immoral sin?
In this American day and time,
Kids are condemned at a boyish age to governmental laws;
Breeding guiltiness from these judicial flaws!
Before teenage stage they are being confined to a bigger cage;
Not even old enough to vote within America's rage-
Yet charged as adults through government conspiracy.
Politicians sell unconstitutional dope with blinded hope.
The truth won't set you free when melanin glows from your skin.
Today's kids are in ghetto bondage-
Hunted for their budding livelihood,
The streets will inhale their soul.
The ghetto environment is hellish-heaven for adolescence;
A hustler's ambition and traditions are hard to resist-
Beware stray bullets don't miss!
Our youth's lives are in the aim of a tsunami twist;
They need positive guidance to escape this pessimistic bliss.
Bigmann is a self-proclaimed RealityPoet currently serving a 20 year to life sentence in a United States prison for a crime for which he maintains his innocence. Bigmann has made it his life's mission to inspire the world to live with an ambition to strive and thrive, and to use adversity to awaken a spirit of positivity and nobility. He has several published works of poems and essays all aimed at positive inspiration.