Poetry by: Darnell Bell
“The Power Of Life”
Decades of rain, snow, sleet and hail
I witnessed you survive through them all…
At the same time, I watched a nation fall.
As I stare at this unspoken solid wall…
Through the cracks of its concrete,
Right where darkness and sunshine meet
Under the moonlight…where the incarcerated sleep…
Separated from the outside world.
22 years in prison, away from my family
Two boys and baby girl.
I cry myself to sleep. You give me strength when I’m weak.
You give me the courage, I’m able to speak.
The power of life, year after year, new babies are born
Can’t pay the rent, houses are torn
Pretty little flower, I sense…I feel your power.
What used to taste sweet…is no longer, now sour.
I witnessed the wind try to blow you down
The sun…burn you out.
At the same time
Family count me out.
But still together we rise
Over the sun…let us shine
Against all odds.
Where there’s hate
You will find pride…
Out of sight, out of mind.
What used to be love,
Is no longer mine.
I pray and I pray
To wake up every day…
Only through Christ
He is the only way.
22 years in one room
Pushing the broom…
I feel or see no sorrow
My fight is to see tomorrow.
My family has to beg or borrow.
One day little flower
You will be just like me
The power of life
One day we will be set free