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     Theliterarythug Newbie Poster Username: Theliterarythug Post Number: 2 Registered: 11-2007 Rating: |
COREY PITMAN Quiet are the words of the people who mourn you Penitent, sorrowful, In pentacostal squares only we can seem to see They mention your name in Sunday service In salon, at the barbershop In those impertinent times when the mention Of someone’s hope, potential, and possibility Crosses someone’s lips For you have made them Antigone’s children, Corey Baked in the muscle memory of the delta and the sound Desperately trying to give you a proper burial They are a subverts to your angry ghost And what a gang did to a neighborhood in doing to you They were the Crips. They were mighty And they could even kill your dreams And 10 years after you were smoked The shut-ins will shut themselves in a little tighter Giving witness with their mental state Because no one else has or will For sight and sound is memory, Corey And memory never forgets the unmourned The unburied The random incidentals of this blue and red war Grandmothers. Aunties. Uncles. Children Smoked for inconvenience, for Sunday Change, for ritual, for their protestations Of being human, for the temerity of being a ASU student on a side street In which a gang preferred the color blue The shut in does not fear death, for death Is quick, final, never instilling fear by Blue bandanna, and death Yes, death never took your dreams And every time I go to the hill where you were smoked The sky seems to bleed a burning red Tormenting in visions of crimson over crimson over crimson You were a freshman turned monument, Corey Fiber, flesh, bone, optic, hope, turned to dust A human symbol stating “ hilltop, we are your god Oh we may have stalked your corners Tormented all your yesterdays And ran our drugs unchecked But we will even kill your dreams So rue us in your walk, curse us in your speech And defile us in your baited breath But don’t even think to counter us other wise For we are the Crips Dark riders in this project industrial storm And we are mighty And we can even kill your dreams | ||
| Cynique "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Cynique Post Number: 10767 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
Having lost a young loved one to random gun violence, I can appreciate this poem.  | ||
| Chrishayden "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Chrishayden Post Number: 5852 Registered: 03-2004 Rating: N/A |
Bring dat ole Poetree back to life! |
