The following are responses to a Slam Poetry prompt about issues that the women in G-Unit feel passionate about.

My Un-Edited Un-Rhyming Hood Poem

Who are you to be the one to say

My actions aren’t righteous

And yours are the way

I’m over the she said, she said

I want a little more me said

Maybe if we’re lucky we can get a little more he said

When do I get seniority?

When do I call the shots?

I wanna be Big Mama, let me carry the gaup

Forget the gaup

That’s what started this mess

Let me be your voice of reason

I can relieve your stress

-R.S

January 2, 2013

…I really haven’t had time to collect my thoughts at this point…

Although you would think that being in here…being institutionalized

You would have plenty of time to collect your thoughts

And decifer the good and the bad and separate the two

But actually it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Being locked up in jail makes you uptight, angry, defensive, on guard,

Emotionally elevated, and pushed as far as you can go!

It is a constant battle from yourself and those around you.

It is a deferment of your true emotions…

I am a caring, loving, true, real person

And I find that in here they don’t deserve to see the real me…

Because it’s not real in this hell…

So I’m just over it. I can focus on when I return to reality

In the real world…

This is not reality,

It is a nightmare

-M.N.

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There are so many people in jails because of police.

There are frustrated homeless who take over buildings

Cuz they themselves have no peace.

Church-goers claiming Jesus can save my soul

Could someone save my arm please?

They won’t sell clean needles

Now look at this hole.

There is beauty everywhere in everyone.

Even homeless drug-addicts, for real.

So why am I missing my husband?

Now my freedom is all I ever plan to steal.

-A.R.

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Homeless people on the street

The government is not doing anything

Drug addicts everywhere

The cops harassing everyone

Homeless people being chased away

No where we can stay

Getting ticketed for everything

Not even sleeping we can

Ticket for camping

Ticket for smoking

Even ticket for being in the park after dark

Ticket on ticket on ticket for everything

Seeing many of my friends going in and out of jail

Wish it was me, but it’s not

Homelessness is not loneliness

-T.A.

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Stupid cliques doing hunger strike tricks

I’ll be on the street stackin’ chips

Magical fingertips, miss kissing his lips

Scared of L.W.O.P. and what he might get

“One day at a time”, the thought makes me sick

Drunks on the street have more freedom than me

Violent acts are not the answer

Trust that you, me

Believe poverty happening all over the world

Our government holds AK47’s to the heads of eight-year-old girls

Third world countries are sick and make me nauseaus…wait…hurl…

Incarceration

It’s gonna be awhile until I am free

I am sad and definitely miss my homies

I want to cry so daily I do

I know I didn’t say in enough but I miss all of you

Thank you for the support: Letters keep me sane

I’m having trouble dealing

Going through a lot of pain

Please don’t forget about me, we got a long road ahead

I can’t believe this nightmare is a reality instead

Scared of what I might lose

Some friends and years of my life

Life’s too short to spend on lockdown

Dealing with all of this strife

I am one who believes in Fate and live with no regrets

But I’m sorry to my family

And to all my unpaid debts

Let’s just hope the future will bring sunshine instead of rain

Let’s just hope over the next few years I do not go insane

Like I asked before

I will ask once again

Please don’t forget about me

Even if I go to the Pen

Write me, write me, write me

Please and don’t forget

Never give up hope for me

And never have regrets

-S.