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24 HOURS
24 HOURS
By Alexzenia Davis
There’s only 24 hours to this day of hypocrisy.
At the break of dawn they came and fumigated the walls of my brain with pessimism so I would refrain from an optimistic collision and like any normal resident I was pushed into the cold in an attempt to escape the invasion as it bolted itself to the very pores of my body and with the crack of sunlight came the killing of my brother…
And as I distinctly remember I was never able to grieve. Because in this day of injustice there is no space to breathe. It’s just a constant fight to even attempt to retrieve your piece of the pie at the end of the night. And by lunchtime they left the building…
As most murderers do at the scene of a killing. Killers turned thieves they took my desire to succeed cause by this time I’m entertaining my wants and needs. Although I know half of my dreams will remain only dreams. And the life I hope would blossom will remain just a seed.
And even that may be shot down.
Me staring down the barrel of a gun as they bang out 50 without a thought as they blast out in me as they did my brother.
But supposedly I shouldn’t worry because in a democracy ‘for the people’ will do for the people… but as ‘for the people’ speak I walk away because I’ve heard it all before. I heard it when Diallo fell at his door. And now I’m not looking for ‘for the people,’ I’m looking for me. And as the evening sets I’m eager to see if little old me and grand old us can accomplish anything before dusk.
Because the sun is setting on this day of injustice. But it’s hard to tell when the sun was never really bright enough for some of us to see anyway.
And the sun may be setting but what happens to a day that ends with no solution?
What happens to a day that closes even more filled with pollution?
What happens when the sun sets on a soldier that’s given up hope?
Whatever happens when 24 hours comes to an end as you’ve fought and you’ve spoke and you’ve cried and you’ve screamed?
You never feel like you’ve accomplished not one damn thing.
Maybe the sun needs to keep shining on you and just set on me.
By Alexzenia Davis
There’s only 24 hours to this day of hypocrisy.
At the break of dawn they came and fumigated the walls of my brain with pessimism so I would refrain from an optimistic collision and like any normal resident I was pushed into the cold in an attempt to escape the invasion as it bolted itself to the very pores of my body and with the crack of sunlight came the killing of my brother…
And as I distinctly remember I was never able to grieve. Because in this day of injustice there is no space to breathe. It’s just a constant fight to even attempt to retrieve your piece of the pie at the end of the night. And by lunchtime they left the building…
As most murderers do at the scene of a killing. Killers turned thieves they took my desire to succeed cause by this time I’m entertaining my wants and needs. Although I know half of my dreams will remain only dreams. And the life I hope would blossom will remain just a seed.
And even that may be shot down.
Me staring down the barrel of a gun as they bang out 50 without a thought as they blast out in me as they did my brother.
But supposedly I shouldn’t worry because in a democracy ‘for the people’ will do for the people… but as ‘for the people’ speak I walk away because I’ve heard it all before. I heard it when Diallo fell at his door. And now I’m not looking for ‘for the people,’ I’m looking for me. And as the evening sets I’m eager to see if little old me and grand old us can accomplish anything before dusk.
Because the sun is setting on this day of injustice. But it’s hard to tell when the sun was never really bright enough for some of us to see anyway.
And the sun may be setting but what happens to a day that ends with no solution?
What happens to a day that closes even more filled with pollution?
What happens when the sun sets on a soldier that’s given up hope?
Whatever happens when 24 hours comes to an end as you’ve fought and you’ve spoke and you’ve cried and you’ve screamed?
You never feel like you’ve accomplished not one damn thing.
Maybe the sun needs to keep shining on you and just set on me.
Published 24th Aug 2011
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24th Aug 2011 9:57pm
we all wanna shine
but we must wait til its our time
& den we wil b fine
bcuz of da help of da Divine
He is da tru reason 4 my rhyme
on each & every line
bcuz i didnt choose 2 act blind
wen He Chose To Give me my sign....
but we must wait til its our time
& den we wil b fine
bcuz of da help of da Divine
He is da tru reason 4 my rhyme
on each & every line
bcuz i didnt choose 2 act blind
wen He Chose To Give me my sign....
24th Aug 2011 10:56pm
This is so powerful. The pain, the helplessness, the urgency. I felt it all.
This line really made me think:
And by lunchtime they all left the building....
So simply put, but shows how insignificant a life can be in the legal system. That's only one line of so many that I loved.
Alicia
This line really made me think:
And by lunchtime they all left the building....
So simply put, but shows how insignificant a life can be in the legal system. That's only one line of so many that I loved.
Alicia
17th Oct 2011 9:24am
This a very powerful. I have to agree!!!
And as I distinctly remember I was never able to grieve. Because in this day of injustice there is no space to breathe
But supposedly I shouldn’t worry because in a democracy ‘for the people’ will do for the people… but as ‘for the people’ speak I walk away because I’ve heard it all before
That statement itself is so powerful, makes one think of how we have to go about grieving in and injust society follwing with a justice system that isn't so just!
How one can just throw our worries aside and tell us to just deal with it but we have to do something about it
Whatever happens when 24 hours comes to an end as you’ve fought and you’ve spoke and you’ve cried and you’ve screamed?
and that is exactly what this is saying..Really got a lot from this. Love it
And as I distinctly remember I was never able to grieve. Because in this day of injustice there is no space to breathe
But supposedly I shouldn’t worry because in a democracy ‘for the people’ will do for the people… but as ‘for the people’ speak I walk away because I’ve heard it all before
That statement itself is so powerful, makes one think of how we have to go about grieving in and injust society follwing with a justice system that isn't so just!
How one can just throw our worries aside and tell us to just deal with it but we have to do something about it
Whatever happens when 24 hours comes to an end as you’ve fought and you’ve spoke and you’ve cried and you’ve screamed?
and that is exactly what this is saying..Really got a lot from this. Love it
6th Dec 2011 6:41am
why such an upbeat song on a heart wrenching piece? Strong stuff the music really through me off though.
6th May 2013 10:31pm
Great piece!!
Love the write!
I truly enjoyed the spoken word!!
Sir Lancelott
Love the write!
I truly enjoyed the spoken word!!
Sir Lancelott
