I don’t know why the world is so cruel.
Maybe the government uses violence
as a tool. To eliminate our race. Our genes
and our traits. Violence tears apart families
and hunts us down like prey. The way
they treat us blacks from everyone else
is like night and day. I’m tired of living
in a generation where you can’t even
leave the house without wondering
if you’ll make it back alive. I’m tired
of living in a generation where through
our pain, suffering and misery other people
thrive. This is not a game. This is not a joke.
It’s time for us to get serious and be with
all the smoke. I’m from Norfolk. Shark City
is its alias. I’m from Norfolk where
all people are biased. Mothers burying
their sons way too soon. Their caskets
littered with tears. I’m from a generation
where young girls are having sex
just to be accepted by their peers.
Black on black murder seems to be
the new style. We kill ourselves
without hesitation and are put in front of
the jury for trial. We as a race are constantly
in denial. Could we be racist also?
We as a race think that if you don’t have
the same skin color, use vulgar language
and talk like us, or listen to the same genres
of music that they aren’t normal.
We also need to take responsibility
for what we do. We need to educate ourselves
and stop adding fuel to the fire.
Knowledge and success should be our
only desire. Why is there so much hate
in the world? Are our lives not more
valuable than diamonds and pearls?
Are our children not more important
than seeing who has the most girls?
We only have one life. Make the most of it.
Zachary D. Branch
Here I am sitting at the table,
all by myself.
My thoughts are scrambled.
Not sure how to begin my day.
As you can see
by the look of me:
my hair is straggly.
My lips are beginning to chap.
My eyes are growing dark.
I sure can’t eat a thing.
I’m tired and weary.
I can’t seem to set a foot outside.
What’s wrong with me?
How did this all begin?
My life’s a big jigsaw puzzle
shattered to a million pieces.
Not sure how to put it back
What do I do?
I guess I’ll just go back to bed again.
A window should be a place
where you can see beauty. A
place to see the trees sway in
the breeze. A place where you can
ease your mind. A peace of mind
that your kids are safe. But no.
Outside my window is nothing of beauty.
My window is bars upon bars.
Watching fellow criminals like
myself coming in, having their
lives stripped, and animal survival
mode set in. Nothing about my window
photo credit: Mackinac Center