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
Taste is relative. Life gives a perfect balance of lemons and sugar, you have to create your own juice. A man between life and death, when given more than enough rope to survive will make his own noose Choices can take your last breath.
I remember we would stand hip to hip Juxtaposed for these pictures. Conjoined in memory But not in destiny
"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]