Division 

The pain is adding up.

We’ve seemed to focus on being divisory.

Eventually emotions become derisory,

the love replaced with misery.

Where do we go from here? 

The Hardest Part.

The hardest part was writing you love letters you didn’t care to read.

I sent my love.

You put the unopened envelope into a new one with my address and sent it back.

Just to show me you received it,

You just didn’t care to read.

If I Never Met You

To love and have lost is better than to have never have loved at all.
But if I never tasted chocolate I wouldn’t know what I was missing.

If I never had sex I would still be satisfied with kissing 

If I never took a breath I wouldn’t care to go fishing.

And if I never saw it straight would the Leaning Tower be tipping?

I wished I never knew the sun so these rainy days were normal.

As each drop fell I would enjoy the way it ruptured as it made contact with my skin

I wished my love never adorned you so the undressing was less formal.

Imagine rough skin casually peeled off so I could truly love you from within

Save Yourselves First

“It doesn’t matter any longer And I’m speaking for myself

For Jimmy Baldwin

And I think I’m speaking for a great many other negroes too

It doesn’t matter any longer what you do to me.

You can put me in jail.

You can kill me.

By the time I was 17, you’d done everything that you could do to me.

The problem now is,

How are you going to save yourselves.” – James Baldwin
You’ve never stuck a fork in an outlet,

because you know better.

Not because you’ve witnessed the outcome,

But when parents warn you

Sometimes you listen without asking how come. 

The stove

The block

The iron

They’re all hot.

Put your hand on one like Russian Roulette 

Go ahead and take your shot.

I’m watching blood boil

People not caring about the degrees

Revenge starts to look like a delicacy

There are no reservations 

For self preservation 

Enlightening revelations

Stay warm in the winter time.

Do whatever is necessary.

If you die before martyrdom

How could you be legendary?

Don’t blame others for your negligency 

Stay warm, don’t freeze. 

Liquor store seems to be serving delicacies

But only hard liquor

No beer under 30 percent 

Niggas against the draft

Didn’t mean to pretense the past.

Good Morning Vietnam

We could all pretend for laughs.

My skin is reminiscent of a Kong

My skin automatically makes me a con

But it doesn’t matter any longer

Save yourselves first.

How To Raise A Black Boy

Does the juxtaposition of the words “Black” “Lives” &”Matter” make you upset?

Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept?

When a black child is murdered by police,

Do you ask “why” or “why didn’t he get on his knees”

When armed shooters with lack of color

Are still allowed to see their mother.

Black fathers taken from their children before birth

Black children six feet beneath earth

Naive young me used to question why so often.

I remember asking my mom why I couldn’t have a nerf gun.

I promised I wouldn’t shoot it at, or hurt anyone.

Mom, it’s cold why can’t I wear my hood at night?

It’s not in my eyes I promise I can see alright.

Danny and Nick are doing it, why can’t I play ding dong ditch

Jesus Christ mom stop being such a god damn bitch.

I always viewed my parents as overprotective

Thought I was being sheltered and I couldn’t tell why

My dad always seemed a bit aggressive

All because they were doing things just to keep me alive

I was never awarded my adolescence

Coming home from school to added lessons

I wasn’t afforded the luxury of childhood and silly decisions

Because of others misinformed filthy religions

I never knew what it was like to be boisterous and careless

My mother feared some cop would point at me and care less

I could have been just words on a tombstone

Instead of you reading my thoughts and my words being known

It wasn’t until now that I understand why I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes

Until seeing black victims juvenile crimes resurrect all whilst the white shooter didn’t get a court date

I know now.

I know now that my life doesn’t matter more than that of a deer

“Is it hunting season on a niggas ass” wasn’t a joke, but actually fear.

Black bodies no longer hang on poplar trees

Black bodies now lie in the streets

Silence is empowering the other side

So I no longer jail my tongue behind my teeth.

Stuck

Each time, i feel we grow

& come back to what we know.

More than just the highs and lows..

Don’t get caught up in the moment, moments always fade.

I’m not trying to go forward to look back

like “damn, I should have stayed.”

I could keep pictures to relive the memories

but I’d rather live them back with you.

I laugh at your quirks and your tendencies

but I love everything you do.

The way you dress,

the way you smile.

When you get dressed,

it takes a while.

But, it’s worth it every time.

You look perfect every time.

For The Last Time, Lets Make This Time Last

In the past 22 years, I’ve felt nothing greater than your touch.

My eyes are a slave to your beauty.
That doesn’t rhyme
But neither does the clock
We never measure time
By each tick or tock.
Instead the hours
I don’t measure your heart,
Neither the love of ours.
Because who can count to infinity
You know the inner me.
We have our differences
Argue on a few or more instances
And still..
Nothings perfect except you
You’re mine. But you possess me too.

Corpse

As I transition from child to teenager, into young man with no plan
Into grown man to old man into a corpse that’s cold
I want to be able to look back at all the forks in the road
and be proud I chose the right path
Evading evil temptation
Spoon-fed to this generation.
Will I be content with my choices
When you send your rejoices?

All Your Fault

I know you’ve seen the way I look at you

Like your eyes are the sky I’m trying to look into
Could you blame any man for putting you on a pedestal
As if every aspect about you isn’t a spectacle
More like ineffable
Words do you no justice
The definition of luscious
No need to rush it.
I love the way your lips taste
The ones on your face and below the waist.
Your aura demands attraction
Attention of men focused on you,
and that’s causing distractions
What you’ve been up to
And all of your actions
Got married men sneaking looks in front of their wives
Look at you ruining lives
That’s all your fault
Because you came out with no faults.
Even your imperfections
Could give men erections.
Pardon my indiscretion
But my mental compass is headed in your direction
And that’s all your fault.

Silent Pleas

Have you ever been defeated

So many times
To the point where it depleted you
Almost deleted you from existence
Me either.
I guess I just lied to the reader
Lied to myself as usual
I’ve filed down my nails to the cuticles
So i can no longer cut myself
How is it, i love everyone but myself
But I’m hurt by all
You heard me fall.
The screams. The yells.
Me begging for your help.
Or maybe you didn’t notice the signs,
Or you did,
You just weren’t focused on mine
All caught up in life and it’s hopeless design.
Maybe all i got out were whispers..
Like a cat and it’s whiskers,
You helped me maintain balance.
You hawked me down, and took me into your talons.
Brought me to new heights
Just to let me go?
Let me go…
You were the only one that could save me.
Silent pleas.