A Father’s Dream

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A Father’s Dream
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017

I heard the echoes of heart beats
and felt the presence of the unseen.
Voices calling out to me, sometimes
the voices are loud and clear.
Other times they’re distant and weak.

I close my eyes to search for images that are
in the shadows of my dreams.
I have prayed and prayed to one day have
children to carry on my name.

Their eyes, their nose, their lips and
even their built is just like my own.
Sons and daughters for me to love and
teach. Preparing them to deal with the
whims that this cruel world brings.

Equipping them with the tools of honesty,
integrity, and self-respect so they can craft
a life of righteousness and self-dignity

Giving them wisdom so they will know
strength starts mentally. Encourage them
to dream big and live up to their full
potential to be the very best they can be.

A father’s dream… sons and daughters
both a better version of me!

A moment to share and to show my appreciation.

When I was working on this haiku, I couldn’t help but think of a good friend of mine, Kaie. He was the one who spent time trying to teach me how to write fix form poetry, well, poetry period. I remember the first poem that I shared with him and his response was and I quote, “What is this, a riddle?” I couldn’t help but to laugh. He said in such a constructive way that it encouraged me to go back to the drawing board. The advice that he gave me was to try to work on my imagery. Paint a picture. Poetry express feelings and emotions. Now I try to invoke feeling and emotions in each poem that I write. I am still working on the craft of writing and it is out of the love that I have for words. Along with the respect that I have for the power of words. I hope that my efforts are correct with writing this haiku, if not, I am sure that I will hear from Kaie. So I would like to share with you, “A Robin’s Nest” and I hope that you are able to take time out to give me feedback on this poem. All that I know about writing is self-taught or it came from what good friends like Kaie Omodele and Jorge Landrian who took time out to teach me. If you feel that something is not right with it or if the syllable count is off please share. I am looking forward to your advice and constructive criticism. Thanks in advance.

 

A Robin’s Nest (Haiku)
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2017

 

A Robin’s nest tight.

Fierce winds destroy twig by twig.

Robin’s nest broken.

 

Writing this poem, I was thinking about how single mother’s fight to keep their home together and do all they can to provide for their little ones. But, somehow this cruel world find some way to break that home. I can only imagine the pain and the stress that a single mother has to endure. I feel your struggle and I encourage all single mothers to keep up their hard work because it is your effort that make this world a better place and inspire men like me to do better and be better. I love you all! So keep doing what you are doing, especially you, Momma……I love you!

 

Drako

Can You See Me?

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

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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

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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

molestation?

 

Free Nation?…You define.

 

Free Nation Part II

Free Nation Part I

 

 

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Loving A Convict

Loving A Convict

Loving A Convict

Copyright 2017

Written By: Andre Scales

Loving a convict is so hard they say,
Loving him is the price you have to pay,
It’s loving him with no one to hold,
It’s being young and feeling old.
It’s letting him whisper his love to you,
And your whispering back that you love him too.
Then comes a kiss and a promise to wait,
Knowing the parole board holds his fate.
It’s extremely painful letting him go
while dying inside from needing him so.
Watching him leave with eyes full of tears,
Standing alone with his hopes, dreams, and fears
although you’re near, but so far away,
his love for you grows with each passing day,
Loving a convict isn’t much fun,
but it’s worth the wait when his time is done
Remember he’s lonely and sad from being away
and he’s thinking of you every single day,
So love him, miss him and please tell him so
because if you really love him, he desperately needs to know….

Free Nation

Free Nation????

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Free nation…plague with mass incarceration!

Look between the lines and read the print that is fine, peep the design
and you will see that the penal system is made for a certain kind.

Sorry to say, but if you are poor and white your behind is black as mines.

They go light on white collar crimes, but what about mines? Its non-violent,
victimless and I didn’t steal a dime.

I just got caught with three twenties, two nickels bags and one nine and I’ve been
in the system since 1999….

…Free nation???  Humph…….
…You define!

The American Dream

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The American Dream
by Drako Sullivan
copyright 2017

For years I was bonded, in chains, trapped by ignorance and exploitation, branded with whips, beaten and hung by my neck. I was told that three-fifths of a man was the most I could be. I was stripped of my culture, pride and dignity; all in the pursuit of the American Dream.

The storm was calm and I was set free; so it seems. But the hate and discrimination increased. I was attacked when I came in peace. I still found a different way to fight; thru boycotts and marching for my civil rights. My churches were bombed by men covered in sheets. Worst of all, I witness the assassination of a KING. All in the pursuit of the American Dream.

WOW!… There might be a chance, a pinch of hope or a dash of opportunity. The people elected a man to lead, and he looks like me. But now his presidency has come to an end and that hope is fading into the sea. Uncertain of tomorrow and what it may bring in the pursuit of the American Dream.

WAIT!… Our President Elect comes with claims of making America great…AGAIN. What does he mean???? Will I have to relive the journey in the pursuit of the American Dream?