Ex-Convict Blues (Literally)

The prison gates closed behind him, paving way for

a fresh start on a clean slate.

 

Stepping into a cruel, judgmental world with nothing

but a Bachelor’s degree in streets science and a

criminal record.

 

He was a man without a formal education but with a

mental PHD.

Employers profiled, labeled and shunned him because

he wasn’t good enough for any job.

An uneducated man who could barely write his name

with the words “I am dangerous. I am an ex-convict”

marked in bold on his forehead as a permanent badge

of distress showing him that he is unworthy, unfit,

unemployable and unwelcome.

 

He was ignored and shunned by his family and friends.

Living hard and homeless, disappointed and stressed

without anyone to help.

Hardship forced him to walk alone, and find other

means to struggle and survive in a world that won’t

give him a chance because of his criminal record.

 

He decided to venture into self employment and

drafted a saucy marketing strategy with a catchy

phrase to lure desperate people into his business.

“Shady Pharmacy: I sell drugs that will sedate you

and drugs that will blow your mind.”

A crooked sales man with a persuasive language

equivalent to a con artist.

 

He became a certified street pharmacist selling

drugs to the needy without a prescription.

The street corner became his official address.

Making a quick buck off his loyal customers, junkies.

Hustling as a drug dealer to make ends meet.

 

Operating a risky business in chains, his new

found freedom is compromised, faith is tested.

Building an illegal empire with one foot on the

streets and another back in the prison cell.

Always on a hide out, peeping through street

corners to ensure that the coast is clear.

Constantly hiding from the cops and authorities.

Illegal business woes, living dangerously and running

away from the law.

The street lights dimmed low this time, his time was

up and the authorities closed up his pharmacy.

 

The prison gates opened, paving way for a fresh

sentence in a dim lit cell.

 

 

©FloetryC 2016

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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