out my cell window, no hope in sight, all I see is birds in flight...

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 is where you'll find this unusual, heart-felt story.

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

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.