Can You See Me?

Can You See Me?…
By Derek Covington and Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017


Can you see me?…Of course you can.

No, not the clothes I wear, or where I stand.

An innocent bird beating its wing against the cage;

another lost soul, engulfed by rage.

Trying to walk in the path of the light; shining from the Son.

Caught up in a web; so diabolically spun.

Like a wild animal that fears the capture.

Again and again our balance inspired by His rapture.

Let the dead bury the dead, Ol Cool Breeze.

Come Ol-man, get off your square; stand in my 360-degrees.

The echoes of Willie Lynch whispering off cypress tree.

And they said it is a war on drugs; only upon the likes of me.

Can you see me?…Of course you can.

Yes, I am a victim of a clandestine plan.

A chained lion; his opaque eyes staring beyond its cage.

Confine only by hatred and rage.

Marching stride for stride, my journey just begun.

Fighting against a beast, refusing to be out done.

After years of suffering and constant struggling I endure.

Motivated only by a will that is innocent and pure.

Vengeance is mine saith the Lord, for those who believe.

I persevere to prevail and through salvation I succeed.

Haunted by images; my ancestors hanging from trees.

The world has to notice the act of genocide to rid the likes of me.




Publishers Note:

This was written by Derek and Drako while they were being unjustly housed in the SHU at F.C.I Edgefield. BTS commend them on their strength and ability to remain focused.  To all dealing with the plague of mass incarceration, inside or out, stay strong and keep your head up!

Free Nation Part III

Free Nation Part III
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017


Free Nation sentenced me to 262,

I can’t lie, I return to the county jail

discombobulated and confused.

An old man sat me down and said,

“Young Blood 18 plus is what you have to do.”

I didn’t want to believe or conceive doing that

much time in U.S. Penitentiaries.


After two decades, my baby-girl grew up and my

granny passed away. Can you imagine the pain I

felt? No, I don’t blame the system, I blame myself.

But how can we be a free nation when I get more

time for drugs than a white man charge with child



Free Nation?…You define.


Free Nation Part II

Free Nation Part I



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Free Nation Part II

Free Nation Part II
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017


Free Nation…

…To say this is a free nation

has to be an oxymoron, cause in

this day and age a Caucasian will

call me a nigger to my face with

no hesitation. I can’t help be alarmed.


Unarmed the police will kill me instantly

and say it was out of justification.

This message in not subliminal.

How can we be a free nation with

Jeff Session as the Attorney General?


I’m expressing how I feel, and we will never

be a free nation until I’m treated as a whole,

instead of three-fifths. So keep your equality

chit-chatter and realize BLACK LIVES does matter.


Free Nation?… You define.


Free Nation Part I


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Peach Pie

Peach Pie
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017


Upon Mrs. Patricia’s Tree;

My eyes landed on a peach.

But it seem beyond my reach.

Oh wow….a crate and a chair.

Here goes nothing….I’m so close.

Keeping my balance, I stretch.

out on my tip toes.


I caress it’s skin and give a

gentle squeeze.

Yes; ripe enough for me.

This one is different…

close to perfection.

Nothing like the other ones

in my collection.

Each curve and every faze

holds my attention.


Rushing home to have

a slice;

Anxious for a taste.

I cut a perfect “V”

There is no sharing….

This pie is for me.

The K.E.Y

The K.E.Y (Knowledge-Enlightens-Youth)
By Hashim R. Morris
Copyright 2017


How can we unlock our similarities,

in the midst of such disparities?

I sure would treasure that buried key.

If it had to be stolen, I’ll be a zealous thief.

Or would you empathize, if I went inside the

belly of the beast, and saw it lying with a bright

shine, and yellow as can be?

Or will you be satisfied with rebellion over peace?

I’ll give my life and won’t think twice,

no wants of mourns on rest and peace.

And I’ll do an eon locked down in neon, with no yearns

of being set free!…

What’s so special about that key?  “You see”,

No people are a chosen one, besides those who

choose to over come.

Is a plant more prevalent than the ground its growing from?

What good would a color be, if out it, not more could come?

Knowledge is like a morsel crumb that feed

thousands with no income.

To illuminate with shine those who’s shun, would brighten the

future of ones whose young. (Knowledge Enlightens Youth)

Mr. Tel-Lie-Vision


Mr. Tel-Lie-Vision
by Drako Sullivan
copyright 2017


I refuse to be glued to your fool’s tube.
I don’t need your entertainment to be amused.
So you can keep your sports, action-packed episodes, drama,
reality shows, and even your news.
I know your plot is to deceive and confuse.
You want me to believe what you want me to believe,
and see what you want me to see.
I witness false report of how this world is doom.

You see…

I refuse to be glued to your fool’s tube.
To see you advertise lies, masquerade the truth and
promote violence and lust through cartoons…
need I remind you; of Yosemite Sam and the rest
of your Looney Toons.
Some of your most advocate fans became Goons,
and I must confess that I was obsessed with Betty Boo.
As a child I thought I could not live without you.


I refuse to be glued to your fool’s tube.
Just to watch my people be made a mockery of and ridiculed.
And scramble my brain leaving my mental abused.
Keeping me distracted from collecting my just dues…
My forty acres and a mule.
I truly believe that you are the biggest spy tool,
helping BIG BROTHER secretly watch me while I watch you.
So they can calculate my every move.

That is why…

I refuse to be glued to your fool’s tube.
To have all my time consumed, to worsen my condition,
clouding my vision and stifling my living.
You will not be a part of my addictions MR. TEL-LIE-VISION,
because I refuse to be glued to your fool’s tube.