I went down to the river and looked around
There wasn’t a single soul around
There should have been people all around
I was thrown to the ground
There was a boot on my head
I had an aching all through my head
It wasn’t caused by the boot on my head
I started to wish I had stayed in bed
I tried to look up but the boot held me firm
I tried to get up but I couldn’t even squirm
My hands were pulled behind my back
I almost had a panic attack
I was arrested that day
In that most unusual way
I went to jail the next day
I was sentenced to death the following day
Unusual you say
Nope just another day
In the life of a drug dealing gang banger that got put away
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Reviews of "Life Sentence"
Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2004
Wow! This is a good look from the other side. Wouldn't want to ever be a drug dealing gang banger!
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Wow! This is a good look from the other side. Wouldn't want to ever be a drug dealing gang banger!
God Bless
~Michelle~