You can have my broken heart as a souvenir Its in need of a few repairs. And the motor needs to be replaced. A couple scars and battle wounds can be erased. Are you willing to put the work in? You can say yes, but I won’t know for certain Pain built up after a … Continue reading Souvenir (Love Is A Battlefield)
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 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.
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 … Continue reading If I Never Met You
"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 … Continue reading Save Yourselves First
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 … Continue reading How To Raise A Black Boy
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 … Continue reading Stuck
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 … Continue reading For The Last Time, Lets Make This Time Last
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 … Continue reading Corpse
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 … Continue reading All Your Fault