I’ve been crippled by the passing dates Why do we ever pick this fight? My inevitable demise awaits It’s our one true birthright But a quarrel would not suffice My decipher is to remain humble An eye for an eye is a fool’s paradise A watch to watch my world crumble And I’m sure I’ve been here before Addressing the stars of the past Hoping my memories would soar It’s been difficult to make them…
If I were there I’d probably be dead Or using the sidewalk As a king-sized bed A needle for my vein To disrupt the chain of thought Ignoring loved ones More often than naught If I were there The most heinous place I’d be another statistic Amongst my wounded race Fleeing everytime I see that holy man Like how a black man is With the Ku Klux Klan If I went there For that very…
Eyes peer Gazing upon my flesh Piercing skin deep Daggers intended to harm Creating wounds that don’t heal Never know what I will feel Sometimes I wish they made the kill Because the Indian inside Has nowhere to hide Always making me uneasy Stomach feeling so queasy Infectious spirit diseases How do you cure hate? How much can I tolerate? How do I see eye to eye with those who can’t relate? How longing to…
when grieving is something you’ve finally been given permission to do you take a breath because you haven’t taken one in years because you haven’t been allowed to it tastes smokey the bitter bits left in the fire after it’s all burnt out your light is gone is has been for years now you still search for it in the darkness between the flickers of light the moon lets in as the west wind howls…
Add block for days they tell you ‘it’s not all priests’ tell them ‘it’s not all men either’ but that doesnt stop the fear from crawling up my sisters’ throats’ tell them ‘they look for other women when they walk into a room like liferafts just hoping they’ll take them to shore’ tell them. ‘everytime we get into a boat we are expecting it to sink’ tell them. ‘we stopped chasing our dreams a long…
the day the earth broke open our braids untangled our bodies shut down ‘cut down’ the trees they said we’ll sell all the lumber we were not afforded the luxury of crumbling we rebraided our hair pinned it down tight this time they could no longer undo it ‘cut down’ their power put them into bite-size pieces we can sell their parts the day the earth broke open we put away our comfort foods and…
I miss drinking wine. A glass half-full, myself presiding over it like the goddess I am. The habitual swirling I find myself so accustomed to practicing. Even though in all honesty, it’s just the cry of a basic bitch tryna be fancy. I miss the smell of a good time at my doorstep as my nose gets close to that glass. Boldly announcing itself, like the air right before rainfall when you have just bought…
Differentiation. Loss of creativity within life’s immeasurable expectancy. Emotions that are dispersed and considered broken. Worth that derives from one’s self without the appearance of a token. Reasons within what has been spoken. Pigments of skin that seek no advisable devotions. Harmony that is natural. Creation that is consentual. Vague representations. Stature’s that resemble correlation. Arguments filled with hate. Things that are not for everyone’s respective flavourant taste. Words that can carry circumstantial weight. A…
I wish for the day it sustains its entity entirely. It is always indentured and has no sustainability. I have traveled from house to home. I have grown mentally yet I am still not strong. I have yet to find a residence where my feelings feel free to condone. What I once thought were emotions that I had longed for, happened to be something that I shall not experince at all. I fear of returning…
Like the celestial mind I am a fighter Not just a survivor Like the Black Hole which rejects defeat The Black Hole vs White stars The White stars start to fight but start to bow as they are beat As my heart pumps my blood and fills my body with warmth I close my eyes I put in the effort I don’t accept defeat Gravity The brain of the Celestial Body How it whips it’s…