#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 92

Spoken word artist Lloyd Garrison returns to remind us that we must address children living in poverty

My Shoes Are Heavy 

I wish more adults had a heart that includes enough blood 
to show someone else’s kid some love.
Right now
that’s all I need. 

I know you would never guess my story 
by just looking at me 
even if I gave you a million tries,
but I need someone who at least tries 
to understand me. 

Have you ever wondered 
where your next pair of shoes will come from? 
Have you ever experienced 
parents walking out of your life? 
Have you ever thought 
where you will sleep at night? 

I have and 
I still have nightmares. 
I guess that is what my Therapist meant by Trauma. 
The truth is…
I have enough trauma for two. 

Did you know I’ve been missing for over 24 hours? 
It’s not too late to send out an Amber alert, 
but someone not wearing a badge 
or riding around in an unmarked car 
should already know where I am. 

Why does it feel like I’m the problem? 
All I know is
my shoes are heavy, 
my laces are tight, 
something just ain’t right. 

My days and nights are spent feeling 
unappreciated, 
under-valued, 
and set apart.

Most of them haven’t even earned the right 
for someone to buy them a play-station 4…
while kids like me are trying to do the right things…
but I’m still broke and poor. 

Trade places with me…
I am so tired of meeting new people 
who keep barking out instructions at me 
like I’m a dog…

truth is:
I would give anything to be someone’s pet 
at least I would have a consistent roof over my head. 

I’m not a bad kid…
I just need some seasoning…
better yet, a reason to not run away again to hide my pain. 

Most of the adults I’ve seen 
seem more interested in shooting dice 
than being nice 
to a kid like me.

I could just use a hamburger and a soda every now and then…
is that too much to ask?
Even though my school record says D’s and F’s, 
my grades are the least of my concerns. 
My life is a pass/fail course…
you either learn how to survive 
or you die in the streets. 

And who will care? 
There is no premium on a kid’s life anymore.
There are millions of kids out there just like me…

but do I make the cut coach? 
I am sure you can find some time for me, can’t you? 
You got cable, cars, and houses.
I don’t even have 
an internet connection, 
a computer, 
a tablet, 
a TV, 
even a bed that I can call my own. 

Don’t get it twisted let me hold these J’s you see on my feet…
I just don’t want people to think I’m poor.
When you are used to being sent 
to different group homes, treatment facilities, foster homes, and schools 
as much as I am…
you get numb…
and your heart gets cold.  

Don’t feel sorry for me.
I am taking steps to turn my life around.
Things won’t always be this way. 
Don’t think for a second that I’m asking you for a handout.
All I want is a hand-up
I can stand on my own 2 feet. 

I just need 
someone who cares
someone that will do more than just stare at me
and watch me skip school….
someone that will take time out of their busy day
to see the truth about me: 

my heavy shoes are what’s really weighing me down.

©Lloyd Garrison – 2021

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Mr. Lloyd L. Garrison is the CEO of Hidden G.E.M.S. by LG. Lloyd received his Bachelor of Arts (2001) and Master of Arts (2005) degrees in English from Miami University in Oxford, Oh. LLoyd’s goal is to spread messages of hope, love, peace, and truth through the power of the spoken word.  

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 91

The President Posted Reminders in The Oval

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 90

The vaccine rollout is progressing apace. And the jabs have finally gotten into the arms of all of this poet’s closest friends. As a result, there will soon be more moments like those captured in the following poem.

For Chris, Harley, Myke & Truman.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 89

We must be vigilant as so many states seek to suppress the vote in an attempt to create new, seemingly more subtle voter suppression tactics. Let’s call it the James Crow period. Today’s poem incorporates text from a real Jim Crow-era Literacy Test from Louisiana. We’re sure you’ll be able to tell which is which.

Literacy Test

The State of Poesia 

Literacy Test (This test is to be given to anyone who cannot prove a fifth grade education.)

Do what you are told to do in each statement, nothing more, nothing less. Be careful as one wrong answer denotes failure of the test. You have 10 minutes to complete the test.

Draw a line around the number or letter of this sentence.

Draw a line under the last word in this line.

Vote.

Cross out the longest word in this line.

Draw a line around the shortest word in this line.

Write a rhyme to rhyme with the end of this orange.

Circle the first, first letter of the alphabet in this line.

Cross out the first letter in this line that is the same as the first letter
of the name of the first lover you kissed, quizzed, bedizened, jinxed,
bejeweled, graffitied, or sculpted.

In the space below, write the word “noise” backwards and place a dot over what would be its second letter should it have been written forward.

In the space above, scribble the word “doodle” and to the right, doodle the word “scribble”; write captions that capture the irony.

Vote.

Spell backwards, forwards.

Write a spell that would put back the words you regret, and put forward the words caught in your throat.

Write “down” on the line provided. ___________ Look up when you do.

Write “right” and draw what’s left of your hope. Center your feelings and use only your dirty inktears.

Print the word vote upside down, but in the correct order.

Elect the correct order, given the downside of the other one up for election.

Write a short equation with variable Y showing how people are more important than profits.

Print a word that looks the same whether it is printed frontwards or backwards.

Print a word that looks different when printed frontwards and backwards. Make the front words positive and the back words negative. Or their opposite. Or synonymy. Or cinnamony. Or punny.

Write every other word in this first line and print every third word in same line, (original type smaller and first line ended at comma) but capitalize the fifth word that you write.

Write your own line. Re-write your line where every third word is longer than the combined total of the number of letters of the preceding two words. One-letter words do not count. No I statements. No eye statements. No aye statements. 

Cast your ballot, then take to the streets. Write anger slogans and scolding dictums on posterboard and large sections of butcher paper. Be not afraid of lighting fires under their asses and under their assets.

Write a rousing, rallying cry. Use exclamation points! Make it shock and sharp. 
Underline the important bits. Circle the yelling parts. Repeat as necessary.

Vote.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 88

A first draft, presented without commentary.

Seeking the Neologism in the Language

Emus, fish, cockroaches, and crows*
already use some good ones
so what do we call a collective of mass shootings?
Perhaps
a calendar of mass shootings?
a clip of mass shootings?
Maybe 
a reload of mass shootings.
an automatic of mass shootings.
a casing of mass shootings.
A mass of mass shootings might be
too on the bull’s-eye
um, on target,
er, on the nose,
so what about
a panoply of mass shootings
a plethora of mass shootings
a veritable cornucopia of mass shootings?
No, I got it,
a United States of Mass Shootings…

no wait, this could work…

I pledge allegiance
to the Gun 
of the Mass(ed) Shootings of America...

*mob, school, intrusion, murder, respectively

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 87

A 22 year old father in Wisconsin. A 13 year old child (A CHILD!) in Chicago. A mass shooting in Tennessee that didn’t even have time to get traction. A trial for a murderous cop, and an arrest for another. Elected officials voting against (AGAINST!) anti-racist legislation. And even now, Indianapolis. Stay strong, reader, for we must prevail.

Which Witch, America?

They tell me you are wicked, America
and I believe them
with their stories, 1001 frights, like
that of the gunned up movie cinema
and the gummed up postal service
and the poster child, swiss-cheesed 
with bullets, who was taught not to shout
during shooting drills so they wouldn’t get shot
and the police bullhorns that announce
rapid-fire “Hands up!” to which the unarmed 
respond “Don’t shoot!” before the shots get fired
and when the guns are holstered
knees are down on necks and backs
and huffing and puffing the asthmatics wheeze
“I can’t breathe”
and somehow the knee on the neck is A-OK
but the knee on the field
on the pitch on the yard line
the knee that brings the theme song
back to reality
is the one knee that thrusts into America’s groin
and these stories, 1001 slights
bleed into one another as 
the raped and the hunted and the shunted
come to the border to their new frontier
their final frontier for a chance to bake
their own apple America pie
and without a wall you throw up cages
the way piñatas throw up candy
and goodies and you make the lines long
longer than endless campaign ads
and the stories of 1001 plights
and you say “Votes up! Don’t drink!”
and the woman with the water bottle
and the man brawning the ice chest
are met with the resistance that
should be reserved for the 
school-going gunman and the 
movie-going gangster
and the concert-loving marksman

they tell me you are wicked
America
and I believe them
and then brace
and muster the courage 
to fight

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 86

Today the fabulous photographer Brooke Olsen returns with this haunting but beautiful piece. She explains, “This is an image from my trip across America. This was from our couple days in Kentucky. I call it Rural Decay. It’s a color photo with a black/white one layered over it.
What I saw in KY sticks with me. These are the folks who believed the lies of The Orange Skidmark. They won’t get vaccinated. They won’t wear masks. They will catch Covid, bring it home to their multi-generational homes and kill family members. These are the “gun collectors”, a bullshit term for armed homegrown Good Ol’ Boys. These same people would have gone to clan meetings 50 years ago. Heck maybe they do now.”

Rural Decay

Rural Decay

©Brooke Olsen – 2021

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Filmmaker/Photographer Brooke Olsen has been taking photos since the day she discovered her grandfather’s Polaroid Land Camera. The connection to images was instant, just like the film she was shooting. Born in New York, transplanted to Los Angeles, and now breathing fresh air in Maine. Can be found on Instagram @olsenfoto

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 85 America’s New Theme Song

Presented without commentary.

Should We Kneel for This New Anthem?

Oh say can you see by the gun’s steady sight
where so proudly bullets hailed at the gunfight’s fast bleeding
whose full clips and burst stars through the perilous school
o’er the desktops we watched were so violently creeping
and the muzzle’s red glare, the shots bursting in air
gave proof through the land that the ammosexuals didn’t care
oh say does that gun worshipping banner yet wave
o’er the land of the dead and the mourning, post-rampage.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 84 A New Pledge of Allegiance

The more things stay the same.

Half-Cocked, Half-Staff

I pledge allegiance to the guns
of the bullet-riddled States of America
and to the targets for which they stand,
one bull’s-eye 
under aim,
easily hit,
with ammunition and
open season on all.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 83

Every day the news is the same, isn’t it?

American Metronome

We mark our days with the same ticks
as in
today we had a mass shooting
today a white man spreads supremacist violence
today a cop shoots a black man
today a white man spreads another lie
today a virus variant spreads to another corner of America
today a cop shoots a black woman
today the wealthy corner their markets & line their pockets
today the hate bursts into neighborhoods like bottlerockets
today a cop shoots a black child
today food pantry lines stretch beyond their hunger
today the hunger for change makes us rise
today a trial starts
today a trial carries on
today a trial ends
today an acquittal
today justice hides in the corner
and so it goes
day in
day out
week in
week out
month in
month out
year in 
year out
in its infinite refrain
repeated infinitely

©David Siller – 2021

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