|Monaé's P.O.V|
It's been three months since the sentencing...three months of hell that have felt like three years!, I try and write rhymes and poetry as much as possible to escape this mess...but it's just in my face, there's only so much I can escape when I'm in here...worried for my life every day, not being able to have the comfort of my own home at night...it's hard.
After moniques autopsy the investigators are still trying to piece together exactly what happened that night...and that's all that has been playin on my mind, jacksons now I suspect for the case...That punk better get what he deserves...even though I don't believe in the justice system, it shouldn't even be called that!.
Bet you're wondering about Pac huh?, well. He's sent me a letter every week for the past three months without fail, even though I told him I'm done with him...and us...it hurt to say it but I don't wanna put him through this?...or put myself through anything worse.
The first letter I received from him was the only I ever replied too, and I explained to him exactly how I felt...well maybe not exactly, I lied...a lot, to try and get rid of him.
I am obviously still slightly mad at him...but not mad enough to push him away like I'm trying to do now, it's the pen that's making me do it...and it's also everything else I'm going through, I just need to find myself, and I don't want to string him along...I wouldn't wish what I'm going through on anybody. Word up.
I don't even know who I am anymore,
Sleep is a myth to me now.
I don't even know what to do about anything...everything in my life right now has somehow fucked up.
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|Monaé's P.O.V|
"So what is it like, being a celebrity in prison" the interviewer asks from his list of questions.
"Well...it's like this, Imagin a deer in headlights? I'm that deer...and the inmates be the headlights" I chuckle at first, I'm doin a hour long interview from prison, I've been putting off all the requests since I've got here but Lil bit convinced me that it would do me some good...get my point out.
"Nah but for year, Some inmates respect me. but because I'm in the public eye they either try to befriend me for their benefit? Or they genuinely just wanna kick it and be coo" I start.
"While others be the opposite and try test me...kinda like G checkin you know?, to check if I'm really about my shit" I stopped for a second.
"Like when I first got here, I would be walkin around an shit, then i hear
'oh shit it's nefertari! You dope!' Or whatever. And then the next minute I'll hear 'punk ass think she better then the rest of us' and shit like that" I laugh lightly, it's true what I'm saying. I've already had a few fights with some inmates for tryina test me, I got seven shots for it...three more to go and I go in solitary confinement, fuck that shit!.
I lick my lips before continuing.
"It's definitely harder for me doin this time while being in the public eye all at once...because as you may know I've been to jail many times before, and obviously I ain't used to all the press and everyone recognising me" I state as he nods his head.
"It was strange for me man...imagine walking into a jail and everyone knows you the second you walk in? Or assume they know you?...shit can get a lil crazy" I finished, awaiting another question.
"Do you have anything to say to the youth who may be on the way to end up in your situation" he asked.
"You don't never wanna be here!!!, this ain't the place to be!" I looked into the camera with a serious face.
"I used to think going to jail was cool? It ain't...especially when you don't like takin orders or listening to people.." i stated, that's what I hate about the penitentiary the most...you ain't your own person no more.
"I'm a grown ass women, and I'm being told when I can eat, go to bed, get up, shower! Even to take a shit! And I ain't tryina sound funny...I'm dead serious, this hell. The second you walk through those gates! You ain't your own person no more...you don't own you" I kept a straight and sincere face, straight up speaking from my heart, coz what I'm saying is true! If I was a pussy, and if I wasn't built and used to handle these types of situations?, I would have to get a jail wife or be dead...I ain't even playin games, coz in here you need protection. Even I have to roll with girls man, nobody can be in here alone no matter how bad you is.
"Right...So what do you have to say about this whole 'race card' issue" he asked referring to the police using the excuse sayin us blacks pull the race card.
"The majority of police be racist as FUCK! like I ain't even playin...it ain't no race card! They killing us coz we black! And the second we stand up and say 'hey that's wrong' and call them out they try and change it into some type of excuse..." I kissed my teeth, just thinking about the police made my skin crawl.
"Fuck the police!, I said it before and I'll say it again!" I put up my middle fingers to the camera.
"These cops out here killin innocent people for no reason? The cops love to talk about how they stop gang violence!...in my opinion the cops are the biggest gang!. They love to say people like Eazy-E, Shyne, Biggie, myself and many other hip-hop artist promote gang violence? Hell nah! We just rappin about what we living! Yeah I've done some bad things, but I had to do that shit to keep the clothes on my back and food in my stomach man! I ain't glorifying it, but I ain't ashamed! The ghetto ain't a joke man...we out here living in shambles and y'all rich white folk don't do shit except for giving us guns and drugs! And then you wonder why in the fuck we thugs!...
These cops really like to play dumb and ask why we all so angry...when I cant go to the store to buy an 8 ball without being stopped for looking 'suspicious!', secondly all they do is assault us, even little kids!. third, they killing our mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters..shoot they even airing the footage on live TV!...and then they get away with it like shit ain't even happen! Then you ask why we all so mad?! well FUCK that!. It's time to take control
It don't matter if you white, Mexican, Indian, Chinese, black...we the people, and WE have the power.." I take a pause.
"Power to the people!" I put up my black power fist proudly with a little smile.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
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