My Concrete Hell

I sit here and I look around
I can’t believe this is where I’m found
This is my world, in this cold, dark, cell
My concrete Hell

A tray of food through a hole in the door
There’s no chairs to sit on
So I eat on the floor
Nice cold showers three times a week
From a knob on the wall it comes out weak
This is my day
In this cold dark cell
This is my concrete Hell

The clothing I wear a stained, and used
From my bra, to my underwear, socks and shoes
No one to talk to,
No one to care
So I sit on my bunk, and that the walls I stare
All alone in this cold, dark cell
This is my life
This is my concrete Hell

My 3″ mat on a concrete bed
A stainless steel toilet
Is my right next to my head
I sit on my bunk, and look around

This is the place where I am found
All alone in this cold, dark cell
This is my punishment
My concrete Hell.

by Katrina Blasing

The Girl of Yesterday

I’m trying to find my way
Back to the girl of yesterday
Back to the girl I used to be
Back to when I was free
Free from the darkness of today
Free from the sadness inside me
How I get there I’m not quite sure
I only know I have to try
I Won’t Give Up, lie down, or die
I’m out there somewhere, I know I am
So I’ll keep on looking and I’ll find my way
Back to the girl of yesterday

by Sandy Blazinski

120-Secondz (Recorded and Produced in Prison).

By Square Cuz

If

If
yesterday was today
and today, tomorrow
where ever you’d be
I would follow

by C-Note

©2018 Donald C-Note Hooker

Da Woman

I seen the sunrise the other day
and it was incredible
But not incredible as you
when I first laid my eyes on you
Then my soul had a quivah
my core a tighting
my eyes a blinking (cause I had to look twice)
What was before my eyes to see
was quite, quite the woman

by C-Note

©2018 Donald C-Note Hooker

Angelic Tempest

Angelic Tempest

I feel from grace
at least from Man’s
Not from His grace
I guess the plan
The prism
from prison

Is birds don’t fly
Not jailbirds
there’s no wind
beneath their wings
But infused with spirit
when someone saw my worth
To be more
than a dirt of Earth

You were the wind
beneath my wings
Now my imagination soars
with greater possibilities
That my life could give meaning
to the world

by C-Note

©2018Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Out of Time and Out of Words

Winter’s cold
or evening night
fireplace warmth
candlelight
Bearskin rug
the meeting place
out of time
and out of words

by C-Note

©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Tender Caresses

Tender caresses
a cross your face
back handed fingers
travelled with grace
a wisp of your hair
fell out of place
clasp of my fingers
leans to embrace
essence of our eyes
the meeting place
soulful connections
in outter space
motions of kisses
a lipstick trace
from tender caresses
across my face

by C-Note

©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Zoo Loo’s Don’t You Run

Zoo Loo’s

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

You want some

Come get some

Here I come don’t you run

I’mma Zoo Loo!

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

Real Soldiers never run

Modern day slavery

Still got chains on me

Tell me I’m free

Yet you still wanna lie to me

It’s plain to see

all the lies you keep telling me

I’m no lame

I was a King before a slave

Look into His•story (History)

It’s still being done to me

did all you could to me

Murdered Blac# Families

Say you’re not my enemy

Wanna be a friend to me

Hide my History

and made it what you want it to be

Five Hundred years

Eyes full of tears

Showin no fears

Tha revolution is here

Zoo Loo’s

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

You want some

Come get some

Here I come don’t you run

I’mma Zoo Loo!

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

Real Soliders never run

Tha law’s made against me

You broke before me

The taken of a land

with tha stricken of your hands

Why am I not free

Like I’m supposed to be

A blac# man in a land

that never gave a damn

Sisters and brothers dissing one another

No respect

Send
See
Revolutions!

Poison our communities

Taken opportunities

Playing make believe we’re in the land of the free

My wife at home

with my children all alone

Never knowin

if they’re father ever coming home

Lost without me

Now a broken family

Children fu#ked growing up

And now the blame is on me!

Zoo Loo’s

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

You want some

Come get some

Here I come don’t you run

I’mma Zoo Loo!

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

Real Soliders never run

Tha prison population proves he’s a racist

Take a look at tha crook

who makes a living off me

His crimes justified

while I’m doin time

For the laws that he broke

when he wrote

what he spoke

The taking of a country

that was once free

Give to all

by God

in one unity

Why am I here in a cage

full of rage

Turn tha page

and you see nothing but reality

Zoo Loo’s

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

You want some

Come get some

Here I come don’t you run

I’mma Zoo Loo!

Four Nuc#les & A Thumb

Real Soliders never run

by Fred Smith aka Rabbitt Loeco

I Reached

I reached for a pen
and there was no ink
I reached for a pencil
and there was no lead
I reached for a heart
and there was no blood
I reached for you
and there was love.

by C-Note

©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker