Tuesday, April 18, 2023

April - Poetry Month - Day Eighteen - Rap


       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 
       I'm using this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

Day Eighteen - R is for Rap

           I have no picture today; it's all in my mind and imagine it might be in yours, too, after reading. 
          I found the rhythm of the rap and a real one in order to get the main idea in my mind. This was a challenge but, I knew I wanted to say something about the many tragic shootings that have happened, are happening, past and present. I am sad that it seems little will continue to be done. 

Shots Here, There, Everywhere


Verse 1:

I'm just a baby in this game,

But it's time to speak up, ain't that lame?

Can't believe what they did at the school over there,

Just shots and screams through the air.



Every day is just another newsflash 

About bullets flying before we've made our last dash  

It's not so simple, but one thing I know for sure

We need a change today or forever be unsure


Verse 2: 

Cops rollin' up like it was yesterday 

All guns blazing with nothing else to say 

Parents kissing their babies goodbye 

Another day of hate gone awry 





The world keeps turnin’, life goes on

Even though my dreams are almost gone.

When will this end? It's okay to fear.   

Tears in my eyes as I watch futility near. 

                                        Linda Baie © 

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