I have gone astray,
thinking, 
rambling
in an esoteric phrase, 
lying to the government
about a loaded gun
between my legs. 
The queen
holding a lamp
above her crown
wants to see, 
take my bullets away,
conjuring methods
to castrate a rebel.
Here I am.
A righteous devil,
cursing
in the face of God, 
as the execution squad
slays another Tupac
for writing,
living,
American poetry.

Thabit Walls is a bay area poet who is currently attending a doctoral program in clinical psychology. He finds poetry in every moment. The gloomy and bright days all provided poetry.