"criminalized" poems
Black boy stripped of his innocence.
Black boy denied his right to be a kid.
Black boy labeled since birth.
Black boy criminalized.
Black boy stereotyped.
Black boy violated.
Black boy silenced.
Black boy monitored.
Black boy put into a box.
Black boy seen as a menace.
Black boy forced to grow too fast.
Black boy with his back to the world.
Black boy, you are loved
Black boy, you are a prince
Black boy, you are beautiful
Black boy, you are smart and worthy.
Black boy, go on and speak your truth.
Black boy, go on and dance.
Black boy, go on and sing.
Black boy, go on and paint.
Black boy, go on and be a kid.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
First, let’s talk about some of the lies
Uttered by the nefarious and unwise
Of a peculiar type of mindless insanity
Created and backed by the inanity
Of the Madison Avenue careerists
And hordes of conspiracy theorists
Who have taken the issue of a ****
And buried it in misconduct and greed.
It is important not to fall for the joke
That it is quite all right to smoke
Because smoking anything you pass
A dose of something called cyanic gas
Into your lungs, and perhaps minimal,
It’s the gas they use to execute criminals.
But, other uses for this homegrown stuff
Can help people whose lives are tough.
But the whole shooting match is a dodge
Started out by rich men in their fancy lodge
Fueled by ignorance and false piety
Written into law by a strangers to sobriety
That somehow had no problem with drinking
But thought being ****** was stinking thinking.
So they created movies and legends galore.
But repression is all the lies were ever for.
(There’s an old joke about a boss’s decree
About employees drinking ***** daily.
He issued the rule on the smell-free *****
That was drunk at lunch time by his crews,
Because he didn’t want customers hazy
Thinking his employees were going crazy.
He preferred they know they were inebriated
Rather than a staff full of the grossly pixilated.)
It was that kind of thinking that created
A fervor that up until today has not abated,
That named an easily grown garden plant
Into some kind of major anti-opium rant,
While opiates are endorsed by the AMA.
And hundreds of versions are here today
To cure the same ailments as cannabis
Without the side effects that are a nemesis.
Medical science is finally ignoring
A sacred cow that needed goring;
Suggesting to the country as a whole
That this simple plant can play a role
In helping those who need relief
And are being criminalized by a belief
That, accompanied with such sadness,
Was the true definition of ****** madness.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
When Dissent becomes illegal,
the Law becomes inhumane.
As Dissent is criminalized,
Democracy becomes a crime.
As peaceful protest
is met with violence,
Democracy will die theatrically
behind closed doors.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
first they ruined ************
then they stigmatized grabbing
a woman's **** criminalized
sexism & demanded jail time
w/ large monetary reparations
for varied ****** transgressions
& after all that,
the solution is
simply to make better ****
kids making the **** themselves,
between obsessing on suicide & ******
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
what’s the good institution
when evil is institutionalized
what’s the good teacher
when the student is criminalized
instill in us some morals, sure
but what are morals in a
“more or less” world?
bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need
cats out of their bags
lions in their cages
eat it raw eat it raw eat it
red and soaked in blood
bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need
bite the hand that feeds
bite the hand that feeds
eat it raw eat it raw eat it red
bite the hand that feeds
it’s poison it’s poison it’s
toxic waste toxic time toxic
valentines with pretty lies
bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need
these aren’t the toxins you need
not the toxins
not the toxins
not the toxins you need
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
Ancestors of ours fought for our freedom. So they believe.
Everyday free men are robbed of life for petty things that became criminalized somewhere on the timeline. I would like to believe that I am free, that my children will grow up with equal opportunities to do as they please. Care free. Worthless. Life should be bliss, some say it is, those we've welcomed ignorance. Failing to see the truth, think for themselves, not standing up for what they know is right, bowing their heads like dogs afraid of initiate the fight.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
I want wake up in a better world
Where hate is no longer on the slate
I want to wake up in a better world
Where migrant caravans aren’t criminalized
I want to wake up in a better world
With less human deaths by guns
I want to wake up in a better world
Without blue states or red states
I want to wake up in a better world
Where my vote counted to make a better world
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Why does the world conspire against the eccentric?
Unique is wrong, creativity ostracized.
Numb, blind, masses choose to remain.
Being true to oneself, criminalized.
Like candles whiffed one by one, extraordinary is now a scarcity.
Aristocracy calls for the illiterate, not the enlightened.
We’re surrounded by advancements that dull our minds.
When will we realize, herded we are?
When will we realize, we are assumed usufruct by the elite?
Common folk desensitize incessantly at death’s door.
Robbed of creative thought and ingenuity.
Tolerate, embrace, assimilate, so it seems.
Breaking status-quo is just vagrancy.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill
There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will
The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered
Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners
I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook
It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip
You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks
I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face
Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word
Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong
I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons
Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets
No harm done
No fault but my own
Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are
But it's all good
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Dear world,
I understand I'm not the perfect
picture you paint in your mind
Let's be kind to the truth,
I Look at my reflexion,
something isn't right
Dear world,
I'm losing my youth
never had a connection
Day to day I face rejection,
You Say there's redemption
As I see this reflection of non-perfection
I Try getting along
But there is all these objections.
You echo
"I lost connection"
Well Connection was never lost,
That path was never crossed
See world,
I don't fall for your lies and deception
Saying this world is yours,
Well where's mines?
You say see its my world,
You must play by my rules
Well one day I'll say that too,
I will one day feel the same way
Maybe because,
I'll Get you caught up in tricks and lies,
Make you feel criminalized,
In my world,
You'll be victimized
You will be called uncivilized
You won't be the perfect picture
You painted in my mind.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Do you think they woke one day
To decide to be that way
To feel the hate that they will feel everyday
To have their families feel betrayed
It's so much more
Then them liking the ballet
And them able to make a great looking bouquet
And them able to set a great buffet
And them having a roll in the hay
It's about two people sharing love
That was sent from above
And being committed
After all that was admitted
It's a shame they cannot feel acquitted
And they have to fight for it to be permitted
Why do they have to feel chastised
Just because there love does not comply
And no one will listen to their cries
And they have to watch their own demise
And they have to feel criminalized
Why do they have to be demoralized
Being gay
They want what everyone craves
They have to be brave
When they show their feelings
That for so long has been enslaved
Why would they not feel betrayed
So let me give you a clue
Being Gay
Is something you do not choose
You are born that way!.......................
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Loving you is a political act
A radical act of revolutionary love,
Loving you in the morning, in the middle of the night,
Loving you in a time of war,
Loving you: your spirit, your skin, your depths,
In a historical warfare where we are not meant to be wanted,
But gunned down in the streets,
Detained, criminalized, displaced.
My tongue, which is supposed to remain silent
Turns into poetry at the contact of your lips,
My accented language turns into lullabies of love
Asking your body to rest, your soul to rise,
Your spirit to become one with mine,
As we shield each other from this world of ****
And whiteheteropatriarchalcitizenist normativity
That we love to interrupt as we breathe
Against each other’s flesh.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Is it duplicity
That I detect?
Which confounds
The average intellect
When families are treated
With such disrespect
They say It’s not the aim
But it’s the affect
Families are forcefully
Separated
Is it any wonder why
America is hated
Even though they say
Our president is elated
His immigration policy
Needs to be debated
South Americans
Seeking asylum
Come to these shores
To escape the violence
Only to be criminalized
For their reliance
On the American dream
Which for them is silenced
Could it be
The color of their skin,
That works against
Them getting in?
If not why then ?
Because it’s a sin
To be in the predicament
They find themselves in
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Taking back all of which was seen.
Time is elusive now, no where to run from your dreams.
Onward bound, gagged, displeased,
Criminalized for the things I've done.
Now its all just a game of there fun.
And now I'm the one insane!
Privacy is no longer a honorable sculpture of a word.
Sealed with a fist, ignorance is somewhat bliss.
For I'm guilty of the hit or miss.
Shrouded for cover, but thou shall not fear,
If and when I wonder, could the end be so near.
Cons-fearacy blunder,
Antagonize the ones whose cornered.
When all **** hits the fan,
And the lifting of your shutter of your cam.
Dehumanizing one-another,
From a spit-full can.
Rattalizing as if so empty.
For no one hears what your saying.
Cos its all just so pretending, as they mend.
You hear what I'm saying?
X-ACT-LIE
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
We live in a world where meanings have flipped.
The celebrities and the elites are being oppressed.
Antifa conducted a peaceful protest!
Privileged is better than hard work.
Biology is no longer scientific.
Genuine Health advice is body shaming.
Yes Free speech, but gets criminalized
to make you realise
they cannot agree to disagree.
Revoked for teaching reality.
The world is progressing
but where is it heading?
Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 1:36 PM UTC
They set us so carelessly upon the trees;
despite our wails, screams, and pleas, we
become dying fruit for the fleas.
Institutionalized and criminalized, we live a life of fear.
They sneer, jeer at the sight of us at life’s rear.
Our plight against contempt makes for a militant man
as we just try to be as real as we can.
To them, our efforts are never enough,
for them, our pain is never enough.
We strive for equality, liberty, happiness, and life.
In turn, we receive hatred, anger, and strife.
Murdered and ***** and torn next to our loved ones.
In response, we give a passion greater than the Sun’s.
All of our lives, we have had to fight.
Striking back against their wrath, destroying their blight.
They set us so wrongly upon their boat;
after we are spent, we are set to float.
I wonder about real life,
“What does it feel like?”
Torment should not be equal to pigment,
and there is nothing to warrant such abhorrent torrents.
We are not equal and never have been the same.
When we speak out, we are silenced; liberty too tamed.
They set us so harshly upon the pyre;
the extermination of desire,
the death of liberty as a killing fire.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
As it dawned,
The Golden age of man
A wonderful group was assembled
To analyze the Sands
Grain by grain
Hands that they shook
Forever questioning the meaning of life
Remembered only by books
Yet for the men of Philos,
Quickly did they die,
Were criminalized by the people they loved
Mourned by those that cry
Since wisdom is a trade
Surrounded by weightless fences
The spiritual, the ignorant, the arrogance of all
Left Philos nigh defenseless
For there is a price for everything
Just ask the great city
To tell the tale they all forgot
About Philos and its fee.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
I've heard feminists say
working class men have too much power.
That kind of naievety was once cute,
but now as working men are criminalized
and gunned down in the streets,
that kind of toxic hatred
has grown dangerous.
The problem isn't that working men
have too much power,
it's that they have no power at all,
and they are slowly being enslaved
in ******** jobs, in prisons,
and in endless financial debts.
Working men have been robbed
of their power, their dignity,
and their ability to care
for the communities
that now decay
in ruins.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC