What’s your definition of truth? If someone walked up to you and asked, how would you define it? Why?”
Author: Yecheilyah
Writing to restore Black historical truth through fiction, nonfiction, and poetry.
The Mis-Education of the Negro
“When you control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry about his actions. You do not have to tell him not to stand here or go yonder. He will find his “proper place” and will stay in it. You do not need to send him to the back door; he will cut one for his special benefit. His education makes it necessary.” – Carter G. Woodson, The Mis-Education of the Negro
Poetry’s Sorrow
Poetry’s a soldier
a collection of Spoken Words in Silent Wars
rarely do you see it pull back
retreat
it is no coward
it’s weapons are raw
yet healing
but there is pain
hidden behind the curve of personifications,
alliterations
and similes there is sorrow
if poetry has one weakness it is this:
that most won’t understand what they think they know
for many, poetry’s just a quick fix for that euphoric feeling
like good sex coming from your words
but poetry is wise
and it knows those who will never conceive
in order to give birth to a revolution….
Language of the Broken Hearted
Felt it was my job to hold every heart in my hands like responsibilities so I cradled you….
until our tears became waves of passion too deep to carry in a bowl
so they filled up our futures like child play
did we let deception play its numbers on our skin?
did we let it gamble with our bones…..
did naiveté captivate our common sense…..
did we know that our mission had a reason too deep to find within the contours of our childlike smiles?
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The Innocence of Children
“Wish I could capture your laughter in a bottle, and breathe in its beauty when I’m out of breath.”
When Death Gives Birth to Humility
Have you ever felt guilty trying to console someone who has lost a loved one even though it’s not your fault? Like, why do we say we’re sorry in the first place? What have we ourselves done? We apologize because we’re sorry for their sadness, and also because somehow, their loss has humbled us:
“It is apparent, that death, it’s sting… produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s”
hoping our voice is somehow gloomy enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved.”
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