Solitary confinement

Solitary confinement

dedicated to Robert Hillary king, Albert Woodfox , Herman Wallace   

....and the walls are not made of stone

but hatred  and  their fear is

 like a castle, a factory,

a senate 

planted on my head to weigh me down

to let us all know

that we will succumb,

you will succumb.

When my voice trembles with each word

 I can't detain them long enough to gather

what they mean and

 my thoughts cross roads, run along the streets ,

jump flights of stairs in one single

leap to be there amongst all of you

my friends,my family,our world,

 I can't recognize myself

like an invader living so close

that you may think

it is you who build iron bars,

security cells in your spare time.

But I did not. I will not.

I see my body changing,

my youth reclined on no pillow,

sedated to death.

My story is brief.

Their story has thousands of pages,

they have all ready documented my death, my agony,

my silence, volumes and volumes of silence.

You tortured me; you broke every bone of my body

with a hummer and

 put them together again

 like a jigsaw puzzle,  

you pulled my teeth, my nails, electrocuted my genitals,

pulled my hair out

to see where  the man I am lives.

Well, just come along ,

open the gates ,drop your keys,

pull down this prison ,

I am out  there;

 I am not yet free