Night & Darkness
While the night beckons me to her breast,
I push myself into it and suck thick darkness into me.
Fill the body with void,
conduit numbness,
paralyzed thoughts,
shed color,
& embrace silence.
Still the vestiges of light were waving around my corner.
I cut my ears,
pluck my eyes,
stitch my mouth and...
My name is not…
My name is strong
My name is powerful
My name is special
My names meaning is important
My name should be used instead of a nickname
My name is unique
My name is something that deserves to be said
My name is culture
My name was given by special people in my...
Schizophrenic
Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war. Both sides fighting a constant battle, One heart...
We are not petting zoos
People think that they can just come up to us and
Touch our hair because it’s different
Black peoples hair is important
It let us out of slavery
It created a bond between mother and daughter
Barber and black men unite
Made us a stronger people
Wig, braids, cornrows, natural, straightened
Hair...
Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II
It hit me full blast In an instant, Crack I fell It poured over me, Rushing and coursing. The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form, “Really?” One mocked. “You didn’t know what we were, Who we were?” I could...
Enlightenment Part I: The Question
On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the wind echo in his ears:
telling him of a time before man,
when nature ruled in harmony around the globe.
...
Random thoughts going through my mind like a tornado
Do dogs actually smile?
What is the best way to confront someone?
Have you thanked the earth today?
What’s love actually got to do with it?
Can the earth be saved from climate change?
Do you know where your food comes?
Why am I so stressed out?
Can I really make...
The Sound of Rain
Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around
the busy café contemplating life.
The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear
window as if to shout out “It is me your searching for!”
The coffee now gone just as his will for...