Title: out my cell window, no hope in sight, all I see is birds in flight... Post by: vita4all on February 10, 2007, 04:49:53 pm 2-10-2007
Hi Friends, The viewpoint in this story-poem is from the 2nd born son of a notorious gangster nick-named Satan. The father has always shown favortism toward his first born son, Junior, and plays one aganst the other. The second son, Jamal, is 16 years old and now confined to juvenile jail, where he tells his story through a poem. There are also many other characters who have their stories to tell. Murda/Urban Gangstas (http://www.insimenator.org/showthread.php?t=34009) is where you'll find this unusual, heart-felt story. (http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a381/vita4all/Jamal-Freedom-Window7.jpg) Jamal's Awakening I was taught to dream I'd always win To fear no one and trust no friend To have heart to kill but not to love To piss on hell and heaven above I was innocent, when I learned to walk I learned to lie, when I learned to talk I learned to steal, when I could run Fighting and f*cking was just for fun No matter how hard, no matter how tough The edge of my blade wasn't sharp enough I couldn't cut a path, into my father's heart My jealousy grew, which wasn't smart I gangbanged harder and chilled with woos Made one baby, will soon have two Then my girl left me, for a'nother I shot him dead before his mother Or so I thought when I did the deed All I did was plant a seed Satan's weed, he'll kill her too 'Cause his roots are deep as the sky is blue In the 'hood, he spreads dope like cancer Selling hope to the hopeless, like it's the answer He kills for money, hurts for fun Strangled my future when he gave me a gun Told me my brother, was heir to his throne When the whole 'hood knows, the crew I own Dad only wants him as a prize We can all see it in his eyes He made Junior Abel and made me Cain Let me and Che snort cocaine Beat our mothers until they bruised Ignored our sisters, except one he used I sit here now, locked in juvie Realizing now this ain't no movie I had no choices, was the lie I thought My heart lacked courage, this path I bought I told myself, this was all I could be How confused I was, to accept destiny If I could go back, I'd be more human I wouldn't spread fear, and often ruin To the lives I touched, while trying to win I'd have the heart to be a friend... Out my cell window, no hope in sight All I see is birds in flight But the birds caged here are a lot like me We get along, but we'd rather be free... - Vita Noble, (c)2007 (http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a381/vita4all/Jamal-FreedomFlownAway.jpg) I hope this whet your appetite. Swing by and read the novelette, Murda. There are other characters in it, all are interrelated, and each have an urban tale to tell... to make you laugh, cry, or simply think. Title: out my cell window, no hope in sight, all I see is birds in flight... Post by: Cinamun on February 11, 2007, 11:49:39 am Quote But the birds caged here are a lot like me We get along, but we'd rather be free... I know why the caged bird sings... What a wonderful peom Vita, very moving.. nice work! |