This Body
by james-g-paul-sr-aka-pablo
This body;
This temple of one;
Cursed to some;
Sinister to many.
This body;
This temple of one;
Scarred by struggle;
Consumed by fear.
Conditioned to be wary;
Scavenging at the weakest links
Of destiny's food chain.
As the lions roam free,
Higher up.
Raising kin to be kings,
To break this body;
This temple of one,
With impunity.
This body was lynched in Montgomery,
Raped in Rome.
Poisoned by Derby's dose
In Montego Bay.
And fed to bull gators in Jacksonville.
This body was stripped in Rio;
Feathered in Saint Kitts;
Beheaded in Berbice;
And tarred in Tennessee.
This body was shot In Chicago;
Shot in Charlotte.
Shot in Missouri.
Shot in the Bronx.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
This body;
This temple of one;
This bastard child of the universe
Is sick of being
Shot.
Of dying young.
Of rotting in cell block 9
And sealed boxes underground.
While the lions roam free,
Higher up.
Raising kin to be kings,
To break this body;
This temple of one,
With impunity.
~ P
#This_Body
2/10/2017