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Many homeless people gather at this bus station for warmth and rest. One of the homeless appeared upset that he was asked to leave the station by several security officers for what we assumed was loitering. The conflict grew intense when two friends of the homeless black man individual attempted to calm him down. They mentioned to him that he had just left prison and did not want to go back.
Surprisingly, one of the security officers antagonized the homeless ex-con with shouts and threats. My friends and I felt this behavior was unbecoming of an officer whose job was to keep the peace.
The conflict subsided when the two friends pushed the angry black man all the way across the street although he still shouted back and forth with the security officer.
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Each of us wrote a poem as our own interpretation of the incident. Both of my fellow poets' poems are below. My poem can be found in the upcoming March/April 2015 issue of Jasper, a Columbia, SC arts magazine.
Sumter St.
by Hakim Bellamy
Some plan on leaving
in an hour,in four,
before dawn.
When day becomes inevitable,
and I feel like the last child.Orphan of the soccer practice.
Black widow of the altar.
Pretending I didn't just turn this bench
into bedhead.
And the buses run
like clock work.
While the cops stop
time like don't
move.
And I just
run in place.While the cops be like
move.
Because the sun
always comes aroundlike too soon.
And the Black folk
just come and golike werk.
When you say
Go Home!Do you mean Back?
Do you mean outside?
Because I haven't seen
my bedin five to ten,
and this
is not what I had in mind.
This is not what I had
inside.
You, with your pillow fight gang
of mortgages and marriages,bad attitudes, badges
and somewheres to belong.
I pretend I am here for
the sistas and the conversation.You pretend you are here
to protect people like me
from people like me.
We ought to be celebrating.
As the slave ships pass me uptime and time again.
You only hate me
because I’ve figured outhow to get off.
upon leaving the watering hole
by Gabriel Ramirez
blk was yelling at Columbia transit station security
after just finishing his two month long sentence.
bulletproof was trying to get blk to calm down.
security stood shoulder-to-shoulder; neon wall
of arrogance. they began taunting come get
this whoppin' boy & the yelling turned into charging &
security rested their hands on their firearms.
blk didn't care about their metals.
bulletproof told blk they don't care about me
or you. blk became frustration, & pushed
bulletproof out his way then sister stopped
frustration & became heart. you can go to jail
if you touch them. to that frustration responded
i don't care to that heart responded i'm sure
your kids will all the while bulletproof is talking
securities' blood dry palms off their statistic makers.
frustration near gone shouts i'm coming back for ya'll
Gabriel Ramirez is a 20-year-old writer, actor, poet, playwright,
teaching artist & lover of all things love. Gabriel is the 2012 Knicks
Poetry Slam Champion and a member of the 2012 Urban Word NYC slam team
which placed 6th in the international Brave New Voices Festival. He has
performed on Broadway at the New Amsterdam Theatre, the United Nations, New
York Live Arts, Lincoln Center, Apollo Theatre and other venues &
universities around the nation. Gabriel has been featured on
Upworthy.com and at a TEDx Youth Conference. Gabriel ranked 2nd in New
York City in Youth Slam and won the 2013 National Youth Poetry Slam
Championship in Boston.