Poetry
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Audacity
Concrete painted the color of our scars red for the blood of every gangsta who died believing that defending a street corner was keeping it real for every nigga who wears degradation like it’s his first name every rebellion that hates nothing more than truth but a mirror prissy pink for every woman who… Continue reading
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A Love Letter To Some of the Black Women Writers Who Inspired Me
Mildred D. Taylor Just so you know, I fell for you first. Maybe it’s because that Logan boy and I shared the same name I was birthed with. I mean, back then I had never been to the deep south and I’m sure Stacey Logan knows more about the land than I do. Anyway, I… Continue reading
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Outside The Box
It is seeing the good where good exist and the bad too without regard to person or persona It is passion existing in a universe where truth is the only color that matters it is black balled fist into the air minus the badge of branding black power to legitimize blackness it is denouncing blackness… Continue reading
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Erased
I dreamed in my mind that the Earth seemed to never move and the ships that sailed on it were slow and quite they never sounded their horns or went “Chu! Chu!” the wind never blew the stars never popped out of the sky like silk sheets and the thunder never growled its teeth the fish sat silent still alone even they refused to move just waited until the land came home all of it everything was gone the people were like zombies in every town they went about their daily routines but from sun up to sun down no one made a sound it was deception they decided to take it either that or I’m lost in the matrix surrounded by people that when they opened their mouths it seemed they faked it they would walk right through me and then walk into the streets as if with their eyes they could not see I dreamed the worst dream no more sun beaming down no more dirt covering this hallow ground instead I feel as though I am among graves people who walk around as if with no brains but as I stop and I’m staring a dead man in his face I realize that these people have been spiritually erased. Continue reading
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If My Books Shall Die – Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge
Hello there love bugs. So, today’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writer’s Challenge as hosted by Colleen and Ronovan, is on the topic of OBSESSION (*imagines drum sound in head*). But, here’s the thing guys, I couldn’t really find, or think, of a quote on obsession I really liked. Soooo… instead I wrote a poem. If My… Continue reading
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The Unknown Woman
Wisdom is an unknown woman her identity absent for too long now a distorted image of degrees and formulas neatly wrapped into the deceptive image of professors and graduates of universities with egos that stand taller than the academic buildings from which they’ve misplaced their minds creativity hung twisted in the silent hallways of repeated ignorance wisdom is an unknown woman hastening to make herself known to those who seek her a radiant beauty of lawful lips she descends into the beautiful body of instruction only the most sincere men are courageous enough to approach her and only the strong can be heard by her for she whispers soft delicacies into ears that wish her breath to brush upon their cheeks but she is abandoned by men who do not delight in her structures who believe her throne is a worthless scepter that she wears like a burden too foolish to know that there is nothing that she cannot carry But fools do not speak the language of wisdom cannot hear the prayers coming from her tongues the songs pouring forth from her words wisdom is an unknown woman to the man to the woman to the person who values the knowledge of custom papers with expensive ink, this they chose over her they cannot see that gold is but a little sand in her sight and that silver is like clay before her because her radiance never ceases and in her hands is unaccounted wealth Continue reading
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