spoken word
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This Hair Will Not Apologize
You can reason all the reasons Why I embraced the nap Call it kinky crap like kitchen naps Cause it no longer snaps, crackles, and pops There are no more cracking chemicals back there But Kings fight private battles here There are wars taking place here There is strength here There is healing here water… Continue reading
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Her Song
Her fingers girdle themselves around the microphone like blessings wrapped in silk prepared to sing poetic melodies in front an audience too deaf to hear the angels playing on the strings of her vocal cords to witness the flapping of wings against their skin too blind to see the messages dancing on her collar bone… 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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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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Delilah’s Responsibility
I wonder if it was a spiritual experience wonder if blades covered their eyes against the war to which you had grafted them wonder if angels had taken the time to whisper to strands of hair of their coming demise I wonder if they saw laughter dancing in your eyes and if they had prepared… Continue reading
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Give Me Life
Your words are beautiful the way you paint them. Tie descriptions around waterfall, Walk us through frowning mirrors and smothered air, And then auction them off to our fondest senses. Touching us gently enough to resurrect imagination, you have talent and you know it. Cracking open heaven so that we may feel what it’s like… Continue reading
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