poetic justice
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My Poetry
Black History does not just live in textbooks,but on the tongues of poets. Every stanza is a stepping stonelaid by those who came before me.It echoes of cotton fields, jazz clubs,freedom songs, and community. This is more than poetry.This is preservation.This is protest.This is legacy.This is poetic justice. These words be the revolution my ancestors… Continue reading
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Black Joy
Nobody talks about society’s addictionto black trauma.How much more profitableit is to talk about painthan poems,depressionthan joy. Like we don’t have feelingsjust bad experiencesturned into songsof sorrowsand spiritualsof reaching heavencause there can’t be no freedomhere on Earth for Black people. Maybe this world still doesn’t consider ushuman enoughto be happysomeone hand society a roadmapfor getting… Continue reading
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YouTube: New Poem Added! Listen to “Grief” #Poetry #Spoken Word
I wrote this poem in honor of my dad last year, inspired by a real experience. I was listening to Pandora and Yolanda Adams “Open My Heart” came on. I usually turn the station because the song reminds me of my dad who died of cancer in 2000. This time though, I allowed myself to… Continue reading
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To Lose a Friend
From crayons To paper To dreams To memory. We tied our wanting into a bow And placed it on each other’s laps Where neither trial Nor thunderstorm Could wash away our fairy tale. Did not occur to us that neither plastic bags Nor happiness And not even the future was strong enough To hold us.… Continue reading
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Dear Poetry
I wish I can take your words and carve them into the sky as if you alone was the cement at the fingertips of the Almighty wish I can breathe life into your nostrils like I held onto the strings stapled to the backs of the wind Dear poetry, I wish I can copyright your… 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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I’ll Carry It With Me
From the bowels of the deep south To the place of the rising sun She’ll stretch her roots to the ends of the Earth And her scent to the universe edge From the Nile To the Euphrates Her soul is Langston And has grown deep like the rivers On her bark Are the names whipped… Continue reading
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