James Alexander
by Al-Ameen
Fireless neoslaves weigh light on Lady Justice’s scale
Pumping gallons of fear through hearts of emasculated spirits
Defeat, disillusion, and despair is in every breath of air
Attitudes of inconvenience about a just cause, just-cause
Fifteen hundred disunited we stand, united we fall
Synthetic highs chill pride and cloud the true value of fire
Opportunistic C.O.’s turn prison hustlers and king pins
Men fumbling prime years nursing invisible wounds with K2
Content with a couple books of stamps and some paper to chew
Physically present but mentally absent without leave
The CRA exploiting and dissecting souls for practice
To them we are unwanted corpses waiting to happen
Matchbook men, we are struck but not enflamed, rather we enflame people who are tiny as matchsticks while we are the anti- thesis of smooth we are rough. Hence the reason why standing on one neoslave makes the whole damn prison administration feel tough.
Chemical combustion combinations we know all of them
Their toxins pollute our oxygen
and dims the resistance
and cools the awakening
and smokescreens the entrance to substantive equality
Let them fill up segregation!
Our voices will still be heard!
The narratives will still be shared!
From Norfolk to California!
Even if defeat seems certain,
Never concede or compromise
Take justice only on just terms
Terms which permit our presence in sessions and assemblies
Terms which respect neoslaves’ rights and humanity
Terms which proscribe contracts to be signed with disenfranchised blood
No hypocritical Declaration of Independence
And no more exception clause within the 13th Amendment
No more second rate citizenship for non-white immigrants
Or witness a fire so intense it can rest of water
Call it a James Alexander
Hotter than their Easter Monday
Torching the lives of three-hundred and twenty-two neoslaves
The birth of a new renaissance
Its flames are colorful. Freedom on our terms – wonderful.