You are in the process of self destructing. You are severing your hands and arms Trying to hang onto someone who doesn't want you. Breaking your back Carrying relationships That give you little in return.
You were never jaded Never worn down Or torn after all these years Artwork standing intact Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake You've reminded me of the Sistine Chapel You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to. Finding … Continue reading Pristine
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
I want that old thing back Like a soul train lap, Let me go one more time. Feels like it was summer time Nice day, perfect temperature What a tempting adventure. We travel down memory lane Unravel the tendency of pain. You make me the happiest yet, I'm still not the happiest yet. But it's … Continue reading Been That Way [Poem]
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 … Continue reading Silent Pleas
That could be us but you playing. That would be nice why you delaying. You say all the right things And do all of the wrong All of the lies you sing Got me replaying your songs Perfection in no discretion in our mannerisms Affections with no rejection. Can you listen? See me for me … Continue reading This Could Be Us But You Playing