This Ain't Living
by: Somjai Murrell

This ain't living
locked up in prison
Merely existing
outside forces control your moves
N____'s walking round tryin' to be smooth
somehow incarceration done got cool
Cool for who?
A dependent
Who lost their way.
This ain't living
locked up in prison
Merely existing
Truth, Turner, Garvey
Rolling over their graves
Fought for what?
Seeing us still enslaved
Millions of us
confined like monkeys
Performing for bananas.
Passed on high school diploma
For streetology 101
Drugs, guns, wanksta's
Riding high
looking fly
Mind stuck wit' lots
Blind as hell
wasting time doing time
Idling to prosper?
Maybe maybe not,
contemplate
Is this living
Locked in prison
Merely existing
- This Ain't Living

Pity for a dove
they clipped it's wings,
wearing a gray overcoat didn't blend,
chirps wasn't the melody of fellow foul,
This dove soared though elevating prematurely
Shortfalls seemed to upheavel this
lonesome dove,
Withering away as the days passed,
Growing weary of other song birds,
Till one morning the horizon
showed peace,
Promise in willows,
Gliding to this unchartered landscape
Prior afflictions no match for this
isolated dove.
Wanting to expand boundaries
No longer having to be disenchanted,
Finally accepted for whom it was, A Dove...

Meet Author Somjai Murrell