Lorenzo Johnson
Her soul painted in words
Beautiful colors
so vivid and bright
that once seen
you would think she stole the stars
from a clear night
Like that of a rainbow
over a waterfall
reflected off water
a breathtaking sight
so deep that you feel
each color touching life
like your dream-filled mind
when it sleeps in the night
A mixture of wishes
come true
as soft and precious
as when a baby
breathes its first breath into life
But to make these words
paint her soul’s picture
just right
I would have to use the words of gods
because she’s greater than life
Stay awake for my Dreams
Sitting back, tying up loose ends, and sewing up the seams—pushing Knowledge, wisdom, and understanding into the ears of troubled teens—like crack into the lungs of fiends—I managed to “Stay awake for my Dreams”—Now I see why we have the banging and Killing mentality that is bringing extinction closer to the black man’s reality—if we can’t get to the heart of the problem then how we going to solve them? Well, I managed to “Stay awake for my Dreams.” My black brother, we got the minds of geniuses, the pride of lions, and the hearts of Kings—So wake up and take up your seats—thought I would never see a black man win Presidency. Well, never is a word that no longer exists to me—It’s just another knot in the noose choking off the human mind, adding to the binding of the mental prison I already find myself living—I finally see I can just be me, no moniker with an ill-equipped rep, weaved so hard it needs a bullet proof vest—man, it’s a weight off my back, but it stopped them bullets from entering my chest—I didn’t Just write a poem, I Just confessed—I managed to “Stay awake for my Dreams”
Lorenzo Johnson will be released from San Quentin State Prison in 2016. To write him, use this address:
Lorenzo Johnson, #P89543
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
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