Angels

Where do unborn babies go?

Are they reincarnated?

Do they travel back to heaven battered and bloodied?

Ill equipped for judgment day

Or do they reside in their own realm

Twinkling in the sky, reminding mothers that have long forgotten

I weep for fallen angels

Lost siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles

Stories unwritten

Behind that frame

Taboo

Whenever I see him I think of you, your brother too

You begged your mom not to make you sleep in that room.

It struck me as strange

Lost innocence lived behind that frame.

He was a mastermind
Turned us against you in time

If I knew I would’ve told

Shit like that sticks with you till you get old
I wonder if you still feel that pain.

And I wonder if he’ll do it again

Cuz sometimes those cycles don’t end

But I know you would never keep it going.

 

Maat

And is it possible that the hearts have
diverging paths like the rivers opening in all directions?

with the memory of an elephant, as fickle as an indian giver.

Love is more than a feeling, it is a conscious effort. A fight for control. With both defeats and triumphs.

Mutual affection is not grounds for the cultivation of a relationship.

The heart is queen to be defended at all costs. Feelings deferred aren't quite the same as dreams.

If hearts are meant to be broken, I'll leave yours intact.

Just so  Anubis won't give you a hard time in Maat.

Curiosity

Shy girl, curious, closed bud. Night skyline. Bright lights. Seventh floor. Nervous energy. Heat. Soft lips, weak knees. Brown eyes. Open shades, closed shades. Open petals. Confusion. Drama, envy, anger patience. Obsession. More patience. Adoration. Love.

Kwansaba

Now our people bleach their beauty away

Bitch is the word of the day

A tree cut away from its roots

But slowly we find our way back

Step with grace away from creamy crack

Let us pray from real crack too

Build the race and save sons too

Haiku's

Baltimore
Many row houses
Concrete roses
Hidden treasure too


Black life not valued
Trayvon Martin's are more common
Passivness is death


My ambition grows
Like a field of wild flowers
I don't defer dreams


Love and life are strange
Beauty and pain encompassed
Life a dim street


Forever in his heart
Our destinies intertwined
Introduced by God