CITIZEN THERESE ATKINS By Kenvil Atkins Milwaukee Froedtert Hospital September 24, 2021, Dear Mama hope this poem meets you wellI am sorry to have to report to you that Therese fell sick, she is laying at Froedtert Hospital Mama, you should see what they had done to her, went there for treatment but got a death verdict They decided to let her die slowly on her death bed, but Therese tough like nails would not die Mama the neurosurgery team said Therese had a poor prognosis, who were they talking about They said the facility submitted additional documentation to the lynching of my Therese Claiming the very first favorable Final analysis decision was a rush job done by the directors Mama the first final Analysis decision is by QIO, why did QIO submit another forthwith Mama those licensee practitioners practicing medicine condemn her husband with their lies They claim that they receive a request for a different licensed practice on the Therese case Their final determination about the quality of the medical care for Therese is now positive Nothing to gain here Mama the requester has prevailed and can topple the QIO, shame yes Mama that is exactly what happens when you play favorites and have the respect of a person Mama the pen is mightier than the sword, words from the poet will live on forever trust me Send us your story says QIO our goal is to improve the overall quality of healthcare, please you have done Therese wrong this one-sided person interview cannot be your answer No witnesses to collaborate or support the unfound accusation your decision is a blatant scam Dear Mama, I weep and cry out loud for Therese I even threatened to sue, for them to act They provided the treatment to Therese because she won't and refused to die Mama, they don’t know Therese if they did they would treat her with respect and love I pray for a curse on the bad ones forever Mama what they cherish most will be taken away from them in the twinkling of an eye They will long for mercy in their trials but receive none until they ask Therese for forgiveness Sorry to trouble you with such bad news Mama, but you know Therese her loving kindness Yes that and the direct route to the God of Abraham which we serve forever bye Mama THIS POEMS STORY She sought help from them all they were willing to give her was a death sentence, they plaid judge and jury at her bedside, the Lord Jehovah raise her from the ashes and place her in the land of plenty, almighty God Jehovah be praised forever - there is plenty of evil done under God\'s heaven. MY ST. LUCIA MOTHER ST. LUCIA By Kenvil Atkins Poem Upon my mother’s breast, I heard the blackbird sing this song Blessed is the land that gave me plenty a sweet harvest morn Growing and pondering as to what will become my heritage Mother St. Lucia's creole motherland in the middle of the sea Rising to touch the heavens yes who can compete with thee Palms trees swaying in the wind vegetables that have not seen Green valley’s high hills with sandy beaches as white as barley Bountiful catches of net fishes beef pork game and chicken From the North from the South from the East from the West One people one color strange conviction covering the land Our past heritage lingers the Caribs and Arawak were their first In a nation of diversity such gracious people as united we stand Our strength is not our weakness for love of life Island of beauty Give and take bathing in the light of God's love sharing in his glory Amen Virgin mother St. Lucia How I love thee Give me a home where mosquito roam and people live under a dome, time flies by no one ask why it\'s just their kind of living, proud people, kind people, strong people of one nationality. Come to St. Lucia you too can be blended in a place of rest, walking in the footstep of ancestors like the Caribs and the Arawak THE LITTLE SHOP ON PWINDAYKYE LANE Yes we’re open patron Cecilia shouted to the fisherman on his way to Pwindaykye Dry saltine biscuits, soda pop by the bottle, Sardines by the cans, all pile up high It stood on the crossroad, on the corner of the highway that stretches a mile wide Nestled under the chestnut tree, overlooking Safe’s place above the guava field A little run-down shack it was, but to Cecilia, this was Luvina’s place of business It stood mighty tall and its popularity spread throughout the shores of Pwindaykye Fisherman on their way to Pwindaykye stayed long enough to stack up on dry biscuits Sheep, Goats, and Cows lived in harmony with the little shop on Pwindaykye lane Through the window, you can see the tracks that lead down to the river Channels Once in a while, old man Safe leads his prize cows to pasture near the little shop on Pwindaykye Lane For my aunt Cecilia's breadbasket to the needy. A BAD CANE Two Milwaukee City Cops Beware the streets after the sun goes down vultures prey on this side of town Two cops came to me one night one on my left and one on my right But wait a while and hear my story I kid you not I felt no glory One o clock and all is well I started heading straight to hell The road was narrow the sign was clear to my surprise they did not care Their squad car moves slow and steady for one mile it creeps on the ready They plaid that game for quite a while I thought my God they’re dead already Using the only space left by them I had to try they saw my intentions To move ahead but they denied I found out quickly they could drive They played their game yet for a while then move aside and let me by Their flashing lights I quickly saw I thought for sure they wanted more I told myself this is a joke but cautiously I pull alongside the oak Two city cops came up to my truck one on my right and one on my left Show me your licensee one said to me I know not why but I comply Into my pocket, I reach being careful not to itch twitch, or fetch In their fancy black suit, they step up like foxes perching on their game With flash in hand, she searches my truck not telling me boy that sucks I look her up from head to toe she looks like Larry Curly or Moe Let see your licensee she rudely back and what is inside that sack Whose truck is this I heard him say my truck I said that no show What is my crime I softly ask you to tail a cop now sit don’t go? What was I to do if I told the cop to drive any slower would be to stop? He took my lice since they both step away a sorry pair I had to say Five minutes later he walks much straighter there are posted signs he said Yes, signs for me and not for you being a cop that makes me blue You clean he said now you can go to him I said I must report Your names I said I must have they look at me and then he said My name is Kane the badge the same thinking for a moment then I sight Was it not Kane that kill Abel that night, so I quickly said goodnight? Beware the streets after the sun goes down vultures prey on this side of town

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