Expensive Pain by Osayimwese Nadir Karume

 Seeing too many mothers crying through the rain, faced stained with tear tracks

Not believing the gifts God presented to them became such a strain

Gifts that were priceless turned into expensive pain

Young warriors fighting shadows running through the hood pulling poles

Trying to erase elusive souls dropping ammunition until bodies turn cold

Expensive pain

This contagion running through their veins like Covid changing the way they live

Lying in hospital beds and morgues young dude talking about running up the score

Until their benched and can’t enter the game no more

Expensive pain

Running through the city killing like its Disney Land, shooting bystanders to the point

That reasoning is so hard to understand

Young boys calling themselves grown men all because they carry a gun in their hand

Without the understanding the life eliminating power in their hand, soul controller

Breathe eliminator, their feeling bolder not understanding their already dead soldiers

Dying and surviving through

Expensive pain

Stop the Killing Save our Children and our mothers tears. 

7:31 AM

Morning dew have not dissipated in this cool air
Damn they are shooting out here at 7:31 am.
Isn’t this suppose to be Gods day?
I guess that God ain’t in them anyway?
While mommy and Granny kneels in the pews at the church of Ebernezer.
Their sons and grandson are out this morning busy squeezing.
I though today was Gods Day
I guess god is not in them anyway?
Sunday morning service should not make us nervous
And should not be the day that we plan a funeral service
Sundays are meant to be perfect, prayer focused, with no family hurting
But Damn they out here shooting at 7:31am
May their mental and heart be pierced with the spirit of the creator
So they can do away with their hatred, drop their guns and drop down in prayer.

Osayimwese Nadir Karume

Thanks for the inspiration

Chasing the Sun part 1

Sitting talking about relationships
Good ones bad ones
Shaky ones done ones
She stood out caramel
Short cropped hair and chocolate lips.
I escorted her home in the rain
We stopped stared, lips touched soaked.
It was the beginning of sunlight.

Thug Life Robbery Dreams

He see his shadow while he's walking
It's like it's stalking him
like the spirit of death hovering
over him like a drone

He got on the phone call is boy Roane
got the Ruger 22 ready to roam
Invasion of thoughts brought them into
a home thought the drug dealer was alone

They ran into the room and heard a boom
through the door
he thought he only wanted to scare him but
heard the body hit the floor

Left the house empty handed and left the scene
as the tires screamed.
Video camera caught him leaving the scene.

18 years old charged with third degree murder all due to
Thug Life Robbery Dreams.

#TrueStory

Flash Back

Flash Back to

1993

Police on the Scene

Actions go out like a laser beam

Stun gun shocks black man

Black Jacks cracks him as he raises his hand

81 hits in 56 seconds

1993 Riot should have taught them a lesson

Flash Back

Reginald Denny

Kicked and beaten

City anger heating

Police spectating

Fire men waiting

As the city burns

Flash Back

Donte Dawson sits in his car

Surrounded by police

As he appears to be sleep

A cop finger just squeeze (the trigger)

Bullets blaze through the summer breeze

Tearing through his chest

Laying another brother to rest

Flash Black

2009 Oscar Grant slain on a Oakland platform

as the new year came in

a cop couldn’t tell the difference if he held a taser or a gun

As Oscar laid face down

Not resisting or about to run

As a bullet ricochet through his body

Ridding his body of its oxygen

Leaving us to Riot once again

But not for the last time

As we become victims of a timeless crime

While cops see no time

Having us to Flash Back

Once again

And Riot !!!

Just Write

Write a story
A vision
A poem
Write a visionary poem
A poem that plays
In minds like a movie
A feature presentation
Write your story
Your pain
Your victories
Write about painful victories
That helped you over come
Your under performances
That you wish you could do over
Write your beginning
How it all began
Write your ending before it all ends
Without leaving out the middle
Where all the good stuff lives

Just Write

Requiem for Ye. The absent of thought

Talking about Freedom When Freedom wasn’t Free

Didn’t look like me, didn’t look like me

Slavery is a choice?

What the hell Kanye?

Free thinkers propelled us to greatness out of slavery, out of civil rights

We fought, died, we hung from trees, and were killed in the streets.

Do away with the 13^th Amendment?

Will that set us free?

Would it have saved the Freedom riders who were slain in Mississippi?

Would it have saved the assassination of Malcolm, Martin, or Fred Hampton?

We are still suffering from the history of convict leasing in the south today.

Are you aware of our history, due you know our misery Kanye?

This is not a reality show!

We don’t know if you are stuck in a sunken place but we understand that you are

Void of today’s reality.

You seem to be stuck in a vortex of creating infinite relevancy

You do not have the influence of a Walt Disney, Andy Warhol, or a John Lennon

You are a fortunate human being who have the ability to influence yet your choice is

To give us versions of delusional thoughts.

Believing a Maga hat would set you free and you are now the Harriet Tubman of the

21 Century, year of the new slave.

Thoughts can create enslavement if you are not grounded in reality. Some call you a genius others

Call you crazy but what most import is how you identify yourself.

Which are you?

Amongst the stars your light is dimming and you feel it like your arc reactor is dying

So you grab onto stars that are brighter in hopes of a sparking your reactor but you know it’s not working

Kanye.

Your spirit is evaporating like steam rising into the atmosphere, soon we will not see you.

You’re dying Kanye trying to hang on to any ember of light.