New Poem-I Need Good Megapixels On My Cell Phone Mom

 

I Need Good Megapixels On My Cell Phone Mom

By Chuka McCoy

Mom
I need a good cell phone
With very good megapixels
Mom asked me
Why do you feel like you need that?
It took me a minute to answer
Then I answered
The other day
People said that the video
Was too blurry
To see why
The police officers
Shot and killed a kid
Like me
I want to have good megapixels
On my phone
So they can clearly see
What really happened
If it happened to a kid
Like me
Again
My mom hugged me so hard
While I felt her tears
Drop on my head

New Poem- Stepping Away

 

Stepping Aside

By Chuka McCoy 

(This contains a non spoiler discussion of Spider-Man 2002)

Of lately

I have thought about this scene

In the movie Spider-Man (2002)

Where Peter steps aside to let

This robber run away from being caught

I initially thought, probably like others, to step aside

To let the craziness happen without being involved

While taking a breath is necessary,

I know I can't stop making a difference 

Even if it's just person at a time

But then I also saw that scene in a different way

Peter had the power to stop the criminal 

From getting away

But chose not to because how he felt 

About the pay he was suppose to get

That criminal went on to do personal damage 

To Peter's life and he regretted not stopping them 

While he had a chance

I hope that people will have the ability to be a hero 

Despite things that they did

That might cause them regret

New poem- Get Ready to Disappear

 

Get Ready to Disappear 

By Chuka McCoy 

There are people out and about 

Promoting a particular project 

That will affect life as you know it

And not in a good way

"We The People 

Up here at the top 

Sit pretty and do whatever we want 

While everyone that doesn't bend to our will

Will be gone

People that don't agree with us

Look like us

Act like us

Associate with us

And line our pockets

Will disappear 

Deportation 

Murder in an official act

Starting up the military draft

It won't matter 

If you are a citizen here or not

You are all insignificant and beneath us"

It's time to be seen and heard

It's time not be treated like worthless citizens

Or a fly at THEIR barbecue cookout

Let's show them that people

From the projects to the penthouse

Will not disappear 

And we are stronger 

Than their quest for power over all

New Poem- Be Better

Be Better

By Chuka McCoy

Woke

Adult please

Stop letting the record skip

Or even break

Repeating this word

Parrots say

"You sound old and out of touch, Dr. Evil"

Say something different

Do something different

Be better

Work together 

Instead of letting that word

Be a substitute for everything

And everyone that

You hate and fear 

New Poem- Permit Me To Say

 

Permit Me to Say

By Chuka McCoy

Hey kid

Do you want to drive?

Well, here's a car

Go out on the road and enjoy

You don't know how to drive?

We will get around that and you will learn

You don't have a permit to drive?

So what!

We need as many people out there

To drive with cars

That they don't know how to use

Or learn how to use 

Or want to use

Who cares who you might hurt

Guns,

Eh, I meant 

Cars for everyone!!

New Poem-It's Time

 

It's Time by Chuka McCoy 

It's time

To change our tune

To not go through the same song and dance

That we have been through for DECADES now

The ability to limit the amount of people that

Should NOT have guns in this country

Has been out there

But politicians that are getting their pockets stuffed

With money from gun lobbyists 

Vote time and time again

To not put those checks in place

While

YOUR loved ones

YOUR friends 

YOUR children

Getting MURDERED on a weekly basis

When it could have been prevented

And what do we get from those same politicians in each instance?

Enough of the minimum amount of empathy

To skirt past the issue

Until next week's mass shooting happens

ENOUGH

Stop the dancing

DO something to improve it

Or we need to improve on the people

In that position

Otherwise

We will need more land for graveyards

A message to my cousin (2/7/2021)

 This is the message that I wrote to my cousin, who passed away last year, before the start of the Super Bowl. 

Mario,
Here's comes the Super Bowl. I know we normally talk before kickoff. I miss you down here. You'll be happy to know the Bucs got into the big game. Hopefully, things goes well tonight. I love you.