I Can’t Breathe………..by Ainsley Carter

Just my words and thoughts about life and the current situation happening around us today. Please have a read and comment thank you….

 

I opened my eyes today

Phew! How lucky am I…

to be able to do this,

I can breathe

Some others couldn’t

Because of what’s going on right now

In this so called corrupt society

Police ….yes Police…. brutality

Yes, I said it,

It’s prevalent in society

History shows its ugly head once again

But in a different form

Targeting what they deemed is the minority

I can’t breathe

I ask this question before

Why should you judge a person by the colour of his/her skin?

No one is left out

They target women, men, and children

When will it ever end?

I can’t breathe

Eric Garner, despite stating the facts

Was murdered by police Thugs

Wrestled to the ground

Although he never put up a fight

He was treated worse than an animal.

Even in Full contact Combat

A throat hold is released

I can’t breathe

But NO! Not the police,

They continued … making sure until he was deceased

I can’t breathe

Did (Eric Garner’s) made up crime fit the consequence.

Why is it that the law (The Police) always have to be right?

To take matters into their hands

They always believe they have it right

WRONG………….

I can’t breathe

Having a badge doesn’t cut it at all

You behave like pussies

Hiding behind the law

Harassing, belittling, targeting

Does colour matter for you to carry out your code?

Tamir Rice gunned down for playing with a toy gun in the streets

Was it right?

I can’t breathe

 

You took their future,

You took their lives, from their families and friends

Who made you God?

There was a beginning you put the end

The end to many lives……….

Lives that can never be restored

I can’t breathe

We think things can be different

But honestly they remain the same

Really!  what do we expect?

We say we have freedom

“Fuck”, we ain’t see that yet

Situations daily arising

Police brutalising

We have black on black crimes

White on black crimes

white on white crimes

Latino’s , Asians

so much discrimination

I really don’t understand this shit

 

What really holds us people back?

What is actually troubling us as humans?

We seem to take two steps forward and six steps backward

Yet we believe we are going forward

But rethink

I can’t breathe

For we are not going anywhere

But being stuck within our own minds

We fight for Justice, truth and freedom

But everyday it’s the same again and again and again

What have we done?

What exactly did we do wrong?

I am so afraid to walk the streets

For FEAR that the Police would abuse or shoot me

I thought they took an oath to actually protect and serve

So it seems we are missing the whole picture.

Because in this day and age

They are still thinking

They are giving us what we deserve…

 

Mandela, Maya Angelou and Malcolm X

Just to name a few

Fought hard

But for what

Nothing much has change

Because I.. Still …Can’t….BREATHE….

 

Written and copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka Mr. Erotica ™2014

I Can’t Breathe

Domestic Violence ………

Life was rosy

everything was sweet

Love and kisses

then one day it all started

No it wasn’t the first kiss

It was a hit and miss

He swore at her

this continued for a while

Then came the punches

he would punch her

day in and day out

As if she was his sparring partner

He continued to beat her

Many days he would slap the living daylights out of her.

The name calling got worse

words that you would never believe.

How worthless she was

It was pure torture

But yet she stayed

loyal and true

Day in and Day out

that’s what he would do

but yet, she cooked, clean and washed for him

Her daily life carried on

She was strong

A Phenomenal woman

When he came home

Instead of greeting her with open arms

It would be name calling

Verbal and physical abuse

when anyone ask

he would say “self inflicted harm”

 

The Kids never dare utter a word

She had to be strong for them

They looked up to her

But had so much hatred for him

He caused this.

Their minds twisted

life full of Bliss…

How can a man

says, he loves a woman

Yet, batter her like this

It was never this way before

He loved her

but somehow felt insecure….

but what went wrong,

 

The abuse carried on

until the day he took ill

but she smiled as she usually does

and her duties she carried on

Yes! she cared for him

Until his last breath

In sickness and in health

Til” death do they part

Her prayers have been answered.

Should she have put up with all this DOMESTIC ABUSE……?

 

Written and copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka Mr. Erotica ™ 2014

 

Women you need to speak out , report and don’t stay for the sake of love or the kids. You are not anyoine’s punching bag. You should be loved with RESPECT, DIGNITY, and LOVED unconditionally.

 

Men are also being abused

Let’s get together and show LOVE not ABUSE each other

Show love not your FIST

Cycle of violence…WE can STOP this.. You can STOP this… I shall STOP this..

 

PLEASE I ENCOURAGE YOU TO READ AND HAVE YOUR SAY….IT AFFECTS ALL OF US. LET’s PUT A STOP TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE NOW…

Knowing Love……..

I would rather know

that you don’t love me

than to have to wait, for your love.

for one minute you care

then the next you don’t

you try to shove me around

like a putt on a table

Not a care where

or what happens

Just as long as you are

or think you are able

To satisfy your urge,

need,

curiosity.

 

I wish this was love that I feel

Hmmm ……But its not

This fucking thing is just so unreal

Unrealistically, just a fucking nightmare

A big joke , maybe that’s why you stare

Stare and laugh at my sorry Ass .

 

Who would have thought

Once you really cared

Or so at least I thought

Maybe it was affection

I had bought

As I needed love

so a partner I sought

But got neglected ,

devalued ,

hurt and rejected

What happened?

Where did I go wrong?

This love that I thought

This bond which was so strong

Now broken-hearted

not a care for me

Just broken promises

are all I ever got

This isn’t love

this is Bliss

who would have thought love can be like this .

 

Written and Copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka Mr. Erotica™ 2014

http://www.ainsleymcarter.co.uk

Having Hope………..

I am that beacon of light that guides you

that twinkle in your eyes

I am that which assist you when you are lost

to get you out of your darkest despair

I am that little voice in your head

To turn you away from danger

when you think all hope is gone

I am the one that beats you up

I am your inner self

I am you

and you are me

Together we will never give up

nor give in

For we are destined for great things

We are HOPE

HOLD ONTO PRESERVING ENERGY (HOPE)

Happiness Overcomes Persistent Encouragement (HOPE)

 

Written and copyrighted by Ainsley Carter ™ 2014

There is always light at the end of the tunnel

Freedom:- How can we break these Shackles…….

We were held back …. back in time

Reality became an endless void

That fight proved futile

so many nights we wept and cried

pain and hurt

scarred minds, bodies and souls

friends and loved ones taken away

Oppressed with memories

 is all that remains

within in our minds

That we stand today to break free

Break free of those shackles

that once bound us

in captivity, enslaving us

creating diversity among each and everyone

We were once tools

tools of the master trade

We were used and abused

Broken… broken spirited

bashed, lashed and even killed

Killed at the whims of the then Masters

None of us want to be captive

For to be a slave is truly mentally challenging

But in this world, some choose to make a switch

switching their man made shackles for religious ones

thinking everything will be okay

But how can this be

we have become a part

A detrimental part of history

History… how can this be erased

To this day it still remains

on a lesser scale

but we shall continue this fight

for its our right to be free

freedom of mind, freedom of speech

liberated for what we stand for

we must all come together and be one

One united family

with one common goal

This goal is…. FREEDOM.

Written and copy righted by Ainsley Carter” Author” of Poetry a Way of Life. 18.11.2010

Freedom lets stand and be united.

Why do you stare?………..

 

Why do you constantly Stare?

Is it that you care?

Is it my attire, the way that I am dressed?

Like a lion without a mane

Draws the crowd

who becomes hysterical

like a laughing hyena

Yes I walk the street

dis-shelleved and unkempt

It’s not because i want to

It’s how society is bent.

Poor I am….. but rich in Spirit

Yet as you stare, we are alike in many ways

Look at me, FREEDOM

I am a pillar standing in the Sun’s Rays

glowing as they shine down on me

Is it not showing upon my face?

Spreading, giving me the vitamins of life

Look at me!,  yes as I sprout, taking in the nourishment

Yes!  I abandon, political power for world peace.

Why do you stare?

We are all like the planets

Spread around, yet held together

by an invisible suspended magnetic force within the galaxy

Yet feels trapped

As if being held captive

within a box without doors

But still why do you stare?

I am happy, but the look upon your face

as you walk on by

shows sadness

despite all the money you have

The fancy cars, house and land,

You are not free as I am.

You are a prisoner….

hmmmm I see,

This is the reason why you Stare…..

Written and copyrighted by Ainsley Carter, Poet and Author of “Poetry a way of Life”

Changing……

 

Trapped in a cage

Like an animal

Locked in a prison cell

Cause I am a criminal

Devious and cunning

I….

……..Was

It

…..all

Robbing everyone

Without a cause

Now years later

It’s finally caught up with me

Like the night into the day

Isn’t no mystery

Like the good proverbs states

“We can hide and buy land,

But we can’t hide and work it”.

That’s why I know

I truly deserve this

 

I wanted to stop

Long…..

Long…. time ago

It’s like I had a disease

A serious addiction

I just had to appease

My appetite

My hunger for it all

Now I would love to put it all behind

Way behind me…..

But truly!

Really!

How can I?

So many lives I have hurt

Many times I ask myself

Why?

Why?

There is no easy solution

But somehow,

I really have to try

I really have to CHANGE…..

Written and copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka Mr. Erotica 2013