Is race going to continue to rule your life?
A sample from Book 10
Hands to Hold
you come at me
you're not discrete
bold...unsure
maybe there's a gun in my hand
maybe I've some contraband
or maybe I just like hands in pocket
or wearing my earphones in my car
so I can answer this here phone
for this car absent of bluetooth–
protecting me and you
or maybe you're angry–
having a bad day
I pass your way
through your veins runs hate
so I become your play
I'm just like you‒
generation after generation
passed through
without obligations
to changing the view
–it all seems like voodoo
we both–
not really having a clue
‒taking it upon ourselves
get off that dusty shelf
change the view
so our kids
won't suffer too
maybe I do have a gun
–anger raging in stun
do you see inside of me
my hard history
maybe my hand shakes
though you can't see
–you're so angry
not seeing what's at stake
maybe I did some drugs–
stopping the pain
keeping from going insane
but soothing I didn't gain
all looks like a game
emotions adding to more pain
then you come along
thinking I'm a thug
you want to cut me down‒
stump me like a bug
without knowing the deal at home
why I'm here–
a gun...all alone
maybe don't yell
talk...love–
let it swell
instead of jail–
lead my soul to help
without making me
hate myself
I, too, want peace
between you and me
maybe instead of arrogance‒
show understanding
compassion
I don't want a free ride
just a reason...inside
not to cry
I am tough
I've got muscles, tats
my life has been rough
–crazy and all that
it doesn't mean
I'm just stuff
to pluck
a handshake
a hug
–that just might be
enough
I'm a human being
I don't mean to sting
just a little bitter
please, your anger–
could you reconsider
look at me for me
God's† child
making my way...like you
through the miles
–the past is gone
this is now
together–
we can make it all
worth while
if we just remain calm–
approach each other
in mild
without death coming in foul
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