Dear Mr Policeman

Dear Mr Policeman

"Dear Mr Policeman"

Dear Mr Policeman, I need to ask you for permission/
To pen a couple bars, and not have to go craft back in prison
I've been imbalanced since a kid, getting hit with precision/
Yet with every premonition, this is not what I envisioned
I feel it's like Nuclear fission, being explained to the dumb/
Being I suffered prohibition, for what my family had done
With this being the ignition, to the fire that was started/
Inside of a heart that won't die, til I'm departed
I've been carted away by the law, & had a bar on my pen/
Which I use as a sword, for whenever the Lord says when
And when the Lord says strike, I strike with such force/
All the while I'm hard to find, like my heart & remorse
From being caught & the slipper, to going court for my rap/
Calling me a wannabe n*gga, now they call me in for rap
A quarter black, is why they did, what they said that they didn't/
Anyway, less of the facts, hit me back, with a decision.

Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like the photo. We have them here in Michigan. They steal snacks from my grandchildren. Nice movement of words. Sometimes, discussing things are not the option. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote