September 11, 2001

Hit a little different when the prison doors close

I had to crease out my fold so it would strengthen my mold

Learned death you before most took it a joke

Dehaseus just dropped.

We all just stopped

Was on the black top at Leckie elementary

Over sized Heart you was playing and it popped.

Bernard was a spark, old soul with a foundation

Took a seat on a plane

Never seen the damnation

Hilda was my heart

Solid soul from the start, told me not to get suspended she would take me far

Spoke about an exhibit

That would spark a sudden interest

That she seen inside my missive, yet my temper was my issue

Strange .......

Same issue is what save my life

Me and little dude got the fighting again

He said something disrespectful

My hands went the striking again

Suspended for a week and that trip I wouldn’t see.

Tripping through my shutter

Glad to say I knew you brother

Had dreams to be a preacher

Your death was felt beside a teacher

9/11 I lost a bundle

Same reason why I struggle

With emotions that I juggle

Life changed from a crash

Blowing gas

Tryna mask

All I felt

In the past

Some what if’s

Won’t ask

Owe a debt no ask

A child was born when you passed

Brother I was born from your ash

Still I laugh cause I knew you wouldn’t want me sad

Made mistakes had some breaks I was moving fast

Couldn’t blink lacking sleep, I swear it happen fast

In class so quick building shaking bad

All the teachers locked the doors

All the students hit the floor

City tearing at the core

Still hear your mommas roar

I swear I wished you missed a chore

Wish you missed that boarding door

Casualty of a war

Protect you two they vowed and swore

I know it’s time for me to shut this door

Close my eyes and see your casket filled with items you adore

Say no more to a pain I can’t lie I did ignore

With your help I have restored the given faith to go explore

Prison yard brought me back to when it came a start

Torn apar, angry as a youth I had a double heart

Miss my Bart

Please Dehaseus help me I don’t know where to start

You where the little brother that was quick to fight if you wasn’t picked to play

I have to say you had the biggest heart I’ve ever seen to date.

Hilda was a mother to a class raised by hustlers

She wasn’t preaching to a buster

If she grabbed your ear that mean she love you

Sitting in a cell

Daily visits more than mail

See you aging well

But your thoughts became your hell

You need to sit still, allow yourself to feel

All that you fear kill it, you need to focus on your sail

You was spared for a will

A duty you must fulfill

........ true story

September 11, 2001 my 6th grade teacher Hilda Taylor and Bernard Brown died in the the plane that was crashed into the pentagon. For those who remember this day I’m sure you remember this day in it’s entirety. In doing so can a brief silence be given to the families across the world that was affected by the tragedy that happened on this day. This missive was wrote from my soul with hopes that it would inspire one person who can inspire another and in doing so the ability to express your healing process through creativity removes conflicting emotions. 20 years later we all are still healing and that’s ok..... ase