Locked Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 25, 2018

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Submitted: March 25, 2018




In the hunt for hidden treasures, riches of golden pleasures

The map compass is sending me on a journey I started early this morning

Been all over the world, gathering mysteries, rested my head in third world countries, adopting their histories

We take so many things for granted we have in our sole possession

Laborer of hands, cut off for conflict diamonds, mines patrolled and controlled by government given weapons

Children’s faces of silent tears, village raids hidden from fears

You ask me why I choose to say, I once nursed unto presence, held hands as I quietly prayed

The arrival of UNICEF or Red Cross mission, its wondrous assisting salvation

Rice, beans, cholera murky water, pestilences, daily starvation


In America, we want, comforted by our needs

Do you ever take the moment to think someone else’s heart bleeds

It weeps for peace

Dominated by a strong hold in the Middle East

It cries out for the land to replenish

No seeds sown, land cracked and diminished

Tusks of elephants hunted in jungles as they roam, this heartless concept does hit home


Poachers aiming no more they stand

Now considered Smuggled Ivory Contraband

Safari eyes have seen in the motherland

Those piano keys

Blood Ivory Tusks that plays such sweet melodies

Pictures of the people, the villages, a long-distance heartfelt romance

Midwives, flies, propaganda lies, riddles the lands


How could I close my eyes to memories of missionary relief

Strange occurrences, crooked political system with no guided spiritual beliefs

I may write as a sexy dame, however, I still remember Soweto’s tin villages, and I still remember every single name

Nurse duties advised, not to judge, turn a blind eye, skin darker as mine, not aged like fine wine

Living among, mud, poor educational system, hunger, and flies


Exploited on television, Haiti allowed me to spread my wings, set me free to be me

So much work still to do in Africa, not by one’s hands

Donations among any natural disaster falling short to deliver to woman or man

Locked out, eyes to heaven as I’ve looked up

Suburban privileges not sipped from everyone’s cup


Separatism, it tried

Multicultural, with still white privilege prying eyes

Albino grief as said, gives wealth, good luck, not sin

Taken from mother’s arms killed for the color of their skin

Witch Doctors unethical Healers

Trafficking body parts like Tanzania organ dealers


I wish we all could live as one and the same

The Ten Commandments should have condemned to hell by names

Who really does no wrong

On that theory I could go on all night long

From the preacher to the teacher

Can’t we all just get along

Then again, it’s no longer echoed as a world peaceful song

That concept died by skin tone alone


This poem came to me

While praying on my knees

Asking forgiveness of American’s sins

Taking the burdens back to its origin as this creation could begin once again

Replaced now with worldly peace

Things of importance such as technology will be decreased

Talking to one another with receptive intentions will be increased

Locked out

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

Locked out of what

The divine answers uncut






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