Born and raised in various parts of Los Angeles, Hiram Sims is a poet, essayist and adjunct English Professor teaching at Cal State University Los Angeles, Long Beach City College, and Compton college. He first discovered poetry at the age of five when he plagiarized a decorative poem on his mother’s bathroom wall. In his 4th grade English class, he was proclaimed the “Captain of Limerick Poems.” He later went on to the University of Southern California to receive a B.A. in English: Creative Writing and a Masters of Professional Writing in Poetry. In addition to teaching essay writing, creative writing, and literature, he is the founder of the Urban Poets Society. He has published three collections of poetry, including Poems of a Young, Troubled Mind, Write or Die, and PHOTOETRY: Poetry and Photography from South Central. For more on Hiram, visit hiramsims.com
10: 53 am Contraction
10: 59 am Contraction
Your Mother is having me time these for the doctor, but I will probably turn this into a poem.
What Shall they say in demise?
Shall trumpet roar, and drummers blare
the country’s pain upon their snare?
Shall roses pour into the wind
I love the Police. Even the word sounds so sweet Po-Li-Ce
I love the way they flash that bright white light in my face when they ride pass me- checking to make sure I’m black, and fortunately for me in a car with other black men.
In Life there are those things which God creates
That which he fashioned with his touch Divine
Knowing with certainty the things he made
Would never falter, stand the test of time