spoken word
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Love me not Hypocritically
Do not share my joy when I’m whole And not have compassion on these holes Cuz I’ve seen some wars and I admit Some of these memories are like scenic routes to civil wars Some of these Bruises are footsteps soldiers left on my self-esteem Some of these Birthmarks led to scripture You see Some… Continue reading
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400 years…
Corner entrepreneurs stand guard unknown to gay innuendos like pants sagged below assets of homosexual down lows with packs stuffed between squeezed butt cheeks and stiff gym socks New Millennium kids going all natu-ral with no real knowledge as to the dred locs see I’m thinkin outside the box trying to contemplate the mindset of… Continue reading
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Guest Feature-We Love Like the Sun Rise
We kiss like the night But we love like a sun rise We love like were far out there Like halos and moon rocks, and cosmos and jelly fish We love Like gravity We love like autumn the season where everything learns how to fall and we do Fall In love that night You know,… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Barter
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder in a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms… Continue reading
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These Women
Insolent like heavy shoulders hard to bear weight refusing to be comforted contemptuous a rubbed off gentleness like candy wore off the sugar like sugar wore off the sweet when they pass by us on the street an invisible burden hangs from the creases of their jeans like expectation scratching it’s nails against the concrete… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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