Support Osiris Abu Ameer on death row

Father and artist, on death row, convicted of murdering an off-duty police officer and young woman in 1990, in a Philadelphia district notorious for corruption and racism.  His trial was marked by police intimidation, a tainted jury which included the victim's boyfriend, a hanging judge, ineffective and undermining lawyers, and witnesses for the defence blocked from taking the stand.  The mother of his daughter has been his greatest support.

A letter to the Sheroes
 

So the lord God caused him to fall into a deep sleep. While the man was sleeping, the Lord took out one of his ribs. Then, the Lord made a woman."  Genesis 2:21-22
 

She was created as a "helper" for man. God in all of his wisdom knew from day one that us "Men" needed HELP!
 

Nothing has changed, today, we need HELP more than ever before.
 

I was a minute out of my mama's womb, into her arms, needing comfort and protection from the world. Dad was there but he didn't have me, Mama did.
 

I was a grade school, hardheaded but bright student. Grandmom and mom molded me, one with love and a belt, the other with kind words. Dad was around somewhere, so was grandpop, but the women did the work. They made ME their duty, they made the kids their duty.
 

Middle school, highschool, grandmom, mom, my aunts and sister, they were my inspiration to do well, to excell in everything that I did. They were the ones that helped with the supplies, the clothes, the homework. Sheroes molded my life in every way.
 

Maybe that wasn't always a good thing but that's the way it was and still is in the hood. If it was a family Sheroe, it was a neighbor, or a girlfriend. The Sheroes held us down daily, in every way.
 

The cops kicked in my mama's door, looking for me. They searched my girlfriend's house, looking for me. They caught me at My mama's. Not that I was running, I'm innocent, so why run, but mama caught that Drama, not dad!
 

I got to the police station, a 22 year old man, "YO, I wanna call my mom! were my first words to the cops.
 

Nine months in the county jail, the Sheroes in the family and my girlfriend saw me through the madness. Money on my books, accepting collect calls, visits and emotional support, they provided all of that. I needed a lawyer, Grandmom, mom, my aunts all chipped in, Sheroes to the rescue!
 

My trial commenced, surrounded daily by 30 or more cops, The sheroes rallied the troops and the support was there, people that I had forgotten all about.
 

Sentenced to die, aunt Kim, MY SHEROE interrupted the process, "NO! You are killing my nephew!" Death at my door, I was soooo proud.
 

Seventeen years later, The Sheroes are still protecting me, supporting me and loving me. Most of the men behind these walls, the guilty and the innocent alike would not last a minute on their own in here. We all have some sheroe that loves and supports us more than we love ourselves. We have that one or more Sheroes that show us that innate, unconditional duty to support us in every way they can. Maybe we don't even deserve it or appreciate it but it's there. I apologize for some of the fellas, sometimes we are incapable of understanding what motivates them to be there for us. It's something inside of them that is incomprehensible to some of us, we will NEVER understand it.
 

For us "Men" that do appreciate and try to understand, we just say, THANK GOD for the Sheroes in our lives.
 

These words fall short of any reward or true gratitude that I myself can show but they are Homage for all that you do. These words are for the years of raising us, then, raising OUR children. These words are merely a conveyance to you that say even though we may not always know how to express it to you, we see you, we acknowledge your strength, we love and respect you to the fullest for all that you do and have done. Without you, we would not exist. Without you, our lives would be meaningless. Thank you!
 

Osiris.

Knocking at the door

Death's door knocks as I wait

The executioner's block

Tales of life I seek

Their companionship calls to me

Strange memories flood my wait

A life'd\s tales threatening

Driving me insane

Death I have no desire for

The beauty of Life

The glory of existence

The essence of being

Seeps oozily from my pores

Death's door knocks as I wait

The executioner's block

I will not answer!!!

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