Poetry
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Write Me a Picture
A blank faced lyric how dull is the stare of a ball point pen bleeding empty This collection of words all myth in mouth colorful descriptions that cannot pierce the skin or cut the bone and tendons of image What lay beyond the composition of a word undefined What triviality is a tasteless meal What… Continue reading
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Courage
I know that it is never easy to wear scarlet letters on your skin to take history and C-section her calendars for the stories that didn’t make it until you find the authenticity of truth like consciousness beautiful but delicate see through and cutting like shattering glass piercing the spirit and slicing through flesh and… Continue reading
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When We Were Colored
I… I remember when we were colored. Proud I was of this “African American” staring me in the face. Cause see no one could tell me that even if this dark skin could travel many seas I couldn’t sniff a whiff of this American dream. My skin tone a mere distraction stacked tall with affirmative… Continue reading
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Rest
I wanna turn off my brain. Not completely, just enough to gather my breath and lay it at the head of the bed….a temporary moment to which renewal finds itself back to my pillow; to which I may die, and in the same second be reborn. I want my eyes to bow in submission to… Continue reading
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Encoded
Certain memories won’t let you forget they rush before the forefront of your mind like messages that escaped the past only to cement themselves inside you climb their way through blood vessels encoded experiences written in our DNA for thoughts do not disappear do not evaporate from the mind only to fall short in the… Continue reading
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I Promise You a Woman
I know what kind of girls you’re used to. I know that kindergarten fingers on small hands don’t know how to hold you like I do see she pushes buttons on your heart like that cause she’s not hip to the fact that a man can lose focus too but see she’s just a little… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Alone
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here… Continue reading
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