by redclay | Oct 5, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Started off social wasn’t really drinking like
You saw you was my weakness
But you ain’t take advantage
I’ll slow sip your love and let it work its magic
I left my first addiction and ran to you
And for a minute I was juggling between the two
But your intoxacation was so strong
At my weakest point you made me feel so strong
All in my zone truly yours
Now let me get inside it was just me and you
I’ll drink you all night I’ll be sweatin’ when I’m through
See that’s just what you do
You cater to a man make a nigga feel special
That’s why I never left you and I never would
I had a lot of problems and you always understood
And when I went to jail you waited till I got out
I took you straight to the crib and drunk you all
Truly yours my precious patron
Now time rolled forward you got a lil older
I started to notice you got a lil colder
I would shrug it off like maybe I’m just tripping
Give you a lil minute then I’m right back to sipping
I was Ray Charles boo I couldn’t see the ending
You found another sipper but he don’t drink you same
He mix up with cranberry he a real lame
You say he different and I don’t wanna change
I guess all the drinking just clouded up my brain
Truly yours my precious patron
And sometimes I still reference you in my discussions
You left my mind stuck like a million concussions
And sometimes I hate you just for being
Wishing you was gone and I could continue breathing
Then I get to thinking like am I still in love with
You and wonder if that’s the meaning
But hey my thoughts twisted and I guess I’m still
A dreamer yes I’m still a believer
Pray for peace but keep a nina
Keep it shaking like a seizure
And my feelings still strong
But now I know you never know what you got till
by redclay | Oct 5, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Sometimes I lay back and cry still
Love kills time heals and I haven’t had time to
I mean for real you still be on my mind still
And they say you live and you learn
and since you left I haven’t lived
The world gonna turn and for your love I will give
and our past dictates every decision that I make
The effect is quite prolific
And our union was explicit
And since you left I been feelin distant
Moment came but I missed it
I just want peace, I don’t want problems
It’s like you gave up cuz things got tough
Either that or the love I gave you wasn’t enough
Felt the pain of your blows got the scars and it shows
And my heart’s on my sleeve and I wear it like clothes
Easy come, easy go I guess that’s how it goes
And it’s like I’m stuck in that moment and I’m froze
Icebox where my heart goes
Relationships won’t start those
Because my insecure intuition parts those
But it’s like you never missed it
Found you another but my heart’s in a prison
Waiting for you to release it
Or maybe I’m just trippin
See, the lessons that you gave me was cold to the touch
And I ain’t a quitter so I’ll never give up
You got peculiar expectations and I’ll never live up
And honestly that makes it worse
So I’m on the road to riches sexin every woman on its course
Hoping that I’m forgiven for misleading women
Offering it all and I didn’t have intentions
And I’m not blaming you it’s just one of my imperfections
And yes I have many and you thought that they were precious
And I just want to be the one that gains from my progressions
And yes, I get the message
So don’t worry about me coming for your boo and try to stretch him
Cuz you know I be the one to see slim and get to lunchin
And I know it’s not becoming
But for you the limit’s nothing.
by redclay | Oct 4, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, non-fiction
Nonfiction, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Rugged, hard and mean. Concerned, worried and confused. I have been manipulated controled and stereotyped, often judged for my actions but ain’t I a person?
Labeled and frowned upon for actions of those that came before me. Tossed to the wayside based on my appearance but ain’t I a person?
I am curious, inquisitive, worried and confused, often scoffed at when I expect a chance or a equal share, ain’t I a person?
Punished and condemed for exploits that were committed in a time of need and hunger. When I have depended on survival instincts, doing what the generations before me have done, and for that I am wrong? ain’t I a person?
I only want to achieve the American dream. Picket fences, children and a dog. ain’t I a person?
Why am I wrong for reaching for the stars wanting a house and cars? I am often reminded of morality, right and wrong. But morality is a great song that a person sings when he or she has never been hungry.
I mean yes you can walk the road of nobility but no one will remember you were a nobel person only that of what you have gained, and I am catagorized for using the method that my environment has used for generations to gain that wich I am expected to have?
so yes I have traveled down roads that are more paved just like those who rode a train to freedom that tracks were laid by the likes of Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth and for this I am persecuted?
I sweat, bleed, and dream, laugh and cry all the same so excuse me because yes, I am a person!
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