Black Thoughts: Emancipating Kevin X
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“Sorry Mama” Sorry Mama it’s my bad I’m Sorry your baby boy was killed like that The pain you feel and hurt you have I never meant for you to feel so sad Stanza (1) Rang, Rang, Rang Mama look up at the phone She was chilling laying down as she was resting in her zone, She hears the sirens screaming even people yelling, She heard a couple shots but she didn’t pay attention to it She picks up the phone it was the cops calling, “Mam, your son was just murdered!” She started crying, she drops the phone on purpose She tries to catch her breath, her heart beating in her chest The biggest fear she ever faces, my baby boy met death Her worries came true, all them nights she never slept The tears on her face, Lord let this be a mistake, she whispers in a prayer She tried calling him that morning to wish him a happy birthday Now before he left this earth, “Brother shot me”, was his last say “My son killer on the loose!” she yelled to the police. She prayed revenge get him, before the killer get away “I hope he go to prison and rot in a cell, better than that, I hope, “He rot in hell”, she said to herself. Wages he deserves to pay, for taking my son. “God forgive my son”, she cried out. She blames herself for his death, “I told him to him to slow his role” But, now he cold in a casket Life less soul his spirit vanishes. Where do people go when they die? Up to heaven or down in hell, she wondered her son body start to decay, he in a casket while a reverend preaches a sermon Mama sense his killer in the church place “Did my son die from taking the stand in his friend’s case?... When he snitched on his friends to escape the wrath of a life sentence?” These questions lurk in her soul because it hurt that her son gone --------------------------------------- -------------------------------- --------------- Intermission Sorry Mama it’s my bad your baby boy was killed like that The pain you feel and hurt you have I never meant for you to feel so sad --------------------------------------- -------------------------------- -------------- Stanza (2) I’m a Scorpio, check my portfolio, sometimes I’m unforgiveable I’m not unforgettable, I seen bullets hit a body and leave bullet holes I saw dudes bleed and holler, as they felt their bullet wounds I heard shots fired as the Glock shoot boom, why do we as a people feed off violence as it results in our doom? I saw mommas in the funeral crying, as their son in the tomb Now, he a memory to his family because he left so soon, celebrate his birthday and his death day He dressed up in a coffin, laying in the church Alpha Omega he riding in that hearse She wants the killer’s head, but she continues playing Christian in the church Her biggest fear she dreads, her son got murk He testifies against his friend, he put himself first He betrayed the click with a kiss He is Judas on our turf, you suicidal, walking this earth Right dude catches you, he going to have you on a shirt These evil thoughts, I entertain and flirt with I’m broken and hurt, Black on Black crime getting worst. --------------------------------------- -------------------------------- --------------- Intermission Sorry Mama it’s my bad your baby boy was killed like that The pain you feel and hurt you have I never meant for you to feel so sad --------------------------------------- -------------------------------- -------------- Stanza (3) The eyes of the man that KX killed, hunted me, No turning back, pulling that trigger, I’m in deep I put my clothes in a bag, hop in a shower. Cleanse my soul for what KX did, ashamed I feel sour I hope I washed away my sins, I committed within that hour I envision how KX kill him, my tears started to dry No remorse, I cry silent, fear started to rise, my conscious got toxic Tina gave me a hug, she cried, this was private, Deion Sanders with the blood on it, the entire time I was innocent of this murder She took them to protect me, before the detective got them Detective looking for Brother, my family panicked, My girlfriend tries to sank me like the Titanic, she gave me a hug then vanished My mother told me she couldn’t do this, “Kevin I just went through this!” Taste blood before but this time I panicked, this time it turned tragic I saw what happened but I could never tell what happened When the cops ask me what happened I stay solid and just laughed This really happened, tears on my mother’s face The killer still out there I took the deal because I was scared Mitigating factors, I was a juvenile but leniency not the case Would you fathom my freedom coming one-day, sorry mama it’s my bad? Three boys were in the car, but this murder I never saw The boy who got shot knew his true killer He said my name but forgot to mention the real sh
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This poetic piece is entertaining, intriguing and thought provoking. Kevin X has written this book, containing 20 poems, in the midst of his painful incarceration. Discovering his gift as a poet has allowed Kevin X to present this book as a gift offering to the world. Kevin X presents intrinsic and powerful words, penned simply to inspire. Just like the rising Phoenix, Kevin X’s poetry arises out of the ashes of his mental and emotional fires. One of the darkest valleys on earth –Angola State Prison, catapulted him to produce this timeless piece of art. Reader’s attention are held captive through poetic expression, giving the world a coveted view of his mind and heart. This book symbolizes Kevin X’s resiliency and tenacity through his 12 years of incarceration. This must-read book stalks the upliftment of a battered generation’s soul.