poetic
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She Is
She is Neo-Soul And conscious rap Negro Spirituals And Motown She is a jagged edge And digital underground Stokely Carmichael And Steve Cokely She is Luther Vandross and Jaheim Destiny’s Child and SWV She is smooth like Joe, political like Kweli And rules like Deborah under the palm tree She is no newborn But… Continue reading
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Addict
Your scent lingers long after you’ve gone I breathe you Intoxicated by the integrity of your soul You leave and I lay in bed inhaling your spirit anxious for a whiff of your mind hungry for a sip of your wisdom dazed by the intellect of the lyrics you spew so effortlessly I’m an addict… Continue reading
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To Be Loved
Every living thing wants to be loved We need it like the lyrics in our throats when the beat drops on our favorite song like the natural way our bones jump and our legs twitch and our hands move about and we dance Every living thing needs to be loved like dandelions in a field… Continue reading
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A Poem is Born
Not all poems are conceived in light Some of them are buried in darkness Surrounded by dirt and soil gritted teeth and clenched fists. Sometimes the lyric is a resurrection of rage a fire that is only quenched through spilled ink on blank pages. Sometimes poems are tears because not all compositions are conceived in… Continue reading
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I Want My Stuff
I want my truth before slavery. I want customs and traditions without being conditioned I want unconditioned hair. I want my stuff. I want my Kings and Queens my silver and my gold I want my laws and commandments and my stories retold. I want do-overs for how we’ve been done over I want my… Continue reading
