Dim lighting and poured liquor.
Monday, May 18, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
RED
You have become woven into the fabric of me.
A deep red stain on the white satin of my heart.
I breathed you like air.
I felt you like a gentle breeze across my face.
Now you're like a hurricane
You've uprooted my soul
and now I don't know which way is up.
I'm lost without the slightest inkling of how to find myself.
I thought you were I and I were you, blended perfectly.
A dream dancing on the precipice of a nightmare and we've glided too close to the edge.
I've hit the ground.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
My Afro
My Afro's a crown.
Standing proudly on my head,
curling, coiling and twisting.
She's cocky.
When I think I have control she spits coconut and Jamaican castor oil.
I strap her down, grab one of her strands.
Twisting it around itself, until it forms a knot; she relents.
Then i grab another and another until shes completely bound.
She stays that way until i release her.
I run my fingers through her tresses.
she loosens.
Wild curls in every direction.
A middle ground.
Standing proudly on my head,
curling, coiling and twisting.
She's cocky.
When I think I have control she spits coconut and Jamaican castor oil.
I strap her down, grab one of her strands.
Twisting it around itself, until it forms a knot; she relents.
Then i grab another and another until shes completely bound.
She stays that way until i release her.
I run my fingers through her tresses.
she loosens.
Wild curls in every direction.
A middle ground.
Monday, February 24, 2014
16th Street
Life
Black life.
There's always been a difference.
Black life is fragile like a flickering flame.
Extinguished at the slightest infraction.
Four shimmering stars became a great American tragedy.
Shinning light on ugly truths,
making the nation see that terrorists weren't a far off notion, but right here on our soil.
Addie
Denise
Carole
and Cynthia are sewn into the fabric of America.
Putting a face to the plight of millions.
Black life.
There's always been a difference.
Black life is fragile like a flickering flame.
Extinguished at the slightest infraction.
Four shimmering stars became a great American tragedy.
Shinning light on ugly truths,
making the nation see that terrorists weren't a far off notion, but right here on our soil.
Addie
Denise
Carole
and Cynthia are sewn into the fabric of America.
Putting a face to the plight of millions.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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
Friday, October 25, 2013
Behind that frame
Taboo
Whenever I see him I
think of you, your brother too
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
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 mastermindTurned us against you in time
I wonder if you still feel that pain.
Cuz sometimes those
cycles don’t end
But I know you would
never keep it going.
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