Mockingbird

I see how people today are treating each other
Back in my day I heard a lot of racist jokes
They’d hate together but it didn’t hurt forever
I grew tired of those racist folks
You don’t understand what it’s like to a have a whole town surround you trying to drown you
Some residents said the case was overblown
My see it had racial overtones
Hating me because my dad defended a black man
In court and that began a back and forth until they sent the man to prison and his life was cut short he got shot with many bullets one of every single sort and my family and the whole racial community took it dreadfully it hurt to see him burnt in the dirt in a prison shirt and I ask myself today what were those guards worth those memories have a special place secured I hear racial slurs and wish that it was cured but their thoughts have been obscured and I wish that they would mature
But now it’s been confirmed that they will never learn
That it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird

It's a sin to kill a mockingbird

My mama died when I was two and no one consoled me
I got in fights at school and no one controlled me
It felt like that man had frozen the earth
He tried to murder me 8 years after my birth
Because he was too weak to go at my dad directly
I remember that man he was anything but friendly
He was a drunk he couldn’t even talk coherently
Now I don’t think you’re hearing me
It was like something out of a cartoon
The only thing that saved my life was a costume
First things first
He would drink until his vision would blur and his vocals were slurred and everything he heard sounded reversed and he immersed himself in a curse to become the worst until he versed and got dispersed under a tree and stopped his venting spree by a friend of my named Boo Radley

I know what you heard
But it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird

Every now and then I glance over at that house
I’ve long since graduated and married my spouse
I think about that night with the knife he was kind of like a Knight we didn’t have to fight but in spite, he had proved he knew what was right and we approved he’s long been removed from the equation I always wanted to thank him
Or maybe write a hymn about him
But he never wanted attention or to be mentioned
In case he got threatened but he was a legend
I miss him so much come back
Arthur, please come back
I can’t get my train of thought to stay on track
Know that he died alone and unknown irks my bones feeling depressed at the request to place stones
I never even told my kids about that nightmare
I know he’s out there somewhere
I wrote this from my wheelchair doing a crossword
Knowing that I never told a soul about that introvert