NINE Nine Minutes I Fight For Life In an instant my body is slammed to the ground Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Exclaims from the public echo all around Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am unarmed, handcuffed and I pose no threat Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Enforcement of this kind is unlawful, do you have no mercy, nor any regret? Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am pleading with you, please stop! Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Emotionless is the expression of every standing cop Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I lay here helplessly, one against four Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Excessively this Officer pins me to the floor Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am in excruciating pain Nine Minutes I Fight for Life Explain why you have chosen my soul to claim? Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I hurt until I bleed Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Executing your act of violence, as I cry and plead Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I cannot breathe, I cannot move, I only feel Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Encourage this Officer to remove his knee, from where he kneels Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am doing all I can to hold on Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Every cell in my being is fighting this wrong Nine Minutes And I Will Not Survive I love you family, colleagues and friends Nine Minutes And I Will Not Survive Eventually My Life Ends. REST IN POWER GEORGE FLOYD 25.05.2020 Bio: Anneka Chambers (she/her) is a Black British Born Londoner. She is a Poet & Social Justice advocate, currently campaigning for the rights of the Windrush Generation in the UK. Anneka’s poetry can be found in South Bank Poetry Magazine, Isa Magazine, Brave Voices and Dwelling Literary amongst forthcoming publications. Insta: @22poetrystreet Twitter: @annekachambers Wolfpack Contributor: Anneka Chambers A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Anneka Chambers Poem by Anneka Chambers : Play On
Able & Sable Hearts in Color & Deed
The world is a stable filled with creatures both able & unstable.
Those who are able have hearts capable of empathy towards their community.
But those who are unstable have hearts so sable they cripple humanity.
Their differences define a life of dignity for the rest of humanity.
Able hearts play their parts sorting people by acts
not words in the name of equality & justice
But sable hearts take part in breaking people’s hearts
sorting them by color to spread terror in the name of service.
Able hearts have peaceful minds that analyze words
to sort what they fear from what they see or hear.
But sable hearts have broken minds that pander to their fear
blinding their eyes with what their hearts steer.
Able hearts are driven by compassion to foster good even if late
because for them right and wrong are black and white.
But sable hearts are driven by obsession to spread blind hate
because for them freedom is a bait to catch black enjoying whats white.
Able hearts will do what’s fair because they care
But sable hearts will just be there to hunt those unaware.
Like day and night, one is light bringing wealth
the other is dark with crime bringing death.
Show me a man who ran & I’ll show you fear from those near.
But show me a man who stood his ground & I’ll show you justice.
There are many George Floyds and Breonna Taylors out there
but sadly there are few who truly care or dare
to say times have changed yet sable hearts haven’t
Because right and wrong are not the only black & white
In a world where grey is for those who chose to bray
blind lies to hide behind a colorful rind.
In the end, hearts and minds dictate the kind
of life we lead not our colors because we all bleed Red
So how can color decide who is good or bad?
We are all one; color is just one kind of human kind
I’m sure we can agree that deeds can sort the human kind.
Bio: Pasithea is an impressionist poet who dabbles in art and poetry. She enjoys writing about life and her experiences from different perspectives. She believes in art in poetry as in exploring art to emphasize its role in juicing creativity out of a quill. She enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy and psychology. Combined with varied styles and topics, her motto will always be: poetry is a passionate expression kindled by an impression unlimited by public conviction. To catch more of her work follow her on Instagram @pasitheachan or twitter @pasitheachan and on Ello @ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera where you can find more of her historical fiction and mythological or cultural short stories.
Stop the hate poem Below the lambent candor of periwinkle sky Beneath redolent shades of sovereign sun In a garden of remembrance lays a Martyr Farther from littered complexities Yonder of stinking grudges Away from leaking old bottles of comparisons Mildew and rotting timber of America's foundation Off the beaten track Floyd breathes beyond color of skin Where grief ceases to be transient And shuns mute palette of emotions At the end of rainbow where they each call out and Say their names There rests a harbinger of hope and change. Wolfpack Contributor: Sarika Jaswani A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Sarika Jaswani (artincrochet) Bio: Doctor by profession. I'm a Crochet Artist, Art Tutor Writer of Children's Stories, Philanthropist. Poet. Published. Passionately reads & writes poetry. Art Lover. Bird lover. Dreamer and blogger.Published on 'Tide Rises Tide Falls' & on Medium with A Cornered Gurl @ACG @Scittura Fevers of the Mind Poetry on WordPress Silver Birch Press The Organic Poets A frequent VSS prompt writer on twitter My poems run on theme of love, reflection and philosophy of life. ArtinCrochet on Twitter @sarikajaswani
Come Home Come Home a poem for George Floyd (June 7, 2020 Catrice Greer) These wombs, sacred, we build placenta worlds of blood and bone cord by cord, cells churning with life a zygotic landscape s .. a .. f .. e safe from gunshots, lethal force, blue bias, blows safe from bent-tongued accusations, chokeholds, grief tears and pain light-years away the amniotic sac aglow you hear only my voice Mommy … I walked with you, my love, my sun floating close to my own heartbeat tethered in the mitochondrial house we are one my peace, your peace my child, to lose you to this world that does not know you never carried you is not the deep-rooted tree of life I birthed a premature exit is not the afterbirth of my labor Call my name when the end is near I will come again for you I will come again for you, my angel my sweetness you will reside here with me, rest in peace. Come home. breathe breathe breathe Fevers of the Mind Interview Catrice Greer w/poetry “Yearning Through the Fog” & “Cortical Cartography” #StopTheHate Poetry Challenge for Social Justice, Injustice Poetry, Essays, Rants & Unity Bio: Catrice Greer @cgreer_greer is a poet and writer who resides in Baltimore, Maryland. She is a 2020, Pushcart Prize Nominee. In November 2020, Catrice served as a Cheltenham Poetry Festival, Poet in Residence. Catrice’s poetic work explores a range of topics about the human condition. She currently performs as a featured poetic artist or via poetry artist collectives in international virtual open mics. Her recent poems were published in Icefloe Press, the historic Afro-American Newspaper, a Phenomenal Womxn Anthology, Baltimore Health Behavioral Services art gallery, and local newsletters. She is currently working on publishing her first chapbook.
What happens when all the advocates are gone, and those who profit
Unknowingly from battles fought by others, must learn to cope
Of realizing change? Then,
The ones whom martyrdom didn’t spare,
Will no longer be enslaved by the victims
Who took for granted their wares
And the rest will be left
Questioning their fates.
But those who sought their downfall, while victorious,
Will find the only game they won was hate.
Who We Are
We are the terrorists,
Who condone the murders of
Innocent children on their school buses, or
Lock them away from parents and loved ones,
Giving them a foil-blanket
Substitute for comfort.
We are the unreasonable,
Who close off
Our safe harbors—
The same ones our ancestors
We are the presumptuous,
Supposing the world
Will keep giving to us
For our actions, while we
Continue our greedy consumption.
This is what it means
To be American,
In the land who shot the man
Who said, “We shall overcome!”
So, if this is who we are,
Who, then, shall we become?
Hurry up, Justice!
Hurry up, Justice! Haven’t you tarried long enough?
Masses wait in silence,
Or rage, or somewhere in-between
And still you taunt us with your absence.
Still, you mock us with your lingering, looming sense,
Withheld from our grasp.
But, you were never ours to hold.
So we push and prod to no avail.
We pray and
For you to prevail.
We’ve heard your arc is long.
We beg your Narrator to keep us strong.
Bio: Samantha Terrell, author of Vision, and Other Things We Hide From (Potter’s Grove Press, 2021) is a widely published American poet whose work emphasizes self-awareness as a means to social awareness. Her poetry can be found in many fine publications, and her work has been featured on Sunny G Radio Glasgow, Dublin-based Eat the Storms podcast, and “The Open Collaboration” all-acoustics show (Bristol, U.K.). She writes from her home in upstate New York, where she lives with her husband and their two sons.