Thursday, July 18, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 198 - South

There are groups of police on Crenshaw Blvd.
Clustered on every other corner from Adams to Manchester
I see them at every light
On motorcycles 
In cars two stern faces in front
Two in back
Cops don't ride four to a car 
Under normal situations
This is not normal
This is not protection
This is punishment
We do not feel safe
Helicopter above will not stop
Back and forth
This is wake up call
This is do not sleep
This is we will tell you when to rest
At the light at Stocker
A Monte Carlo pulls beside me
Bass a thump 
Lyrics scream
Gimme half a chance I'll beat that pussy up
Why would anyone want to beat up pussy 
During time sensitive as this
Bean pies for sale in the middle of the street
Burger King
Taco Bell
Liquor stores
Leimert Park
News vans waiting for us 
To set this bitch on fire
We have been known 
To break muthafuckas off before
Today we are as peaceful as we can be
Avoiding One Time and eye contact
Don't start none won't be none
We find scriptures to quote
Rap lyrics to spit
Poems to recite
We spend fifteen on two pair of leggings at the shop n save
We find ways to let the moments pass
Something will give
Someone will break
This is a circus
We walk tightrope on both sides of the street
Arms outstretched 
Trying not to

1 comment:

  1. feelin' it. Like a wire pulled too tight. Now if, but when and where it will snap.