The wind whispers
sounds of autumn
speedy on the track of life
as we watch those who stumble,
the sun sets,
I’m watching the sky turn grey,
Experiencing the lonely road of another day,
Only true comfort exist in the arms of black mothers
Another day of ghetto mattresses
piss infested wit no covers,
And when the rain pours,
we close windows and lock doors,
find shelter to avoid the quiet storm,
We run from the pain and anguish
car notes and bank statements,
Wondering when the love left.
I just have to reflect…
my love is eternal,
I’m watchin my soul fly free,
my love's black on both side most definitely
Anticipating the beauty
Inviting color into my onyx world
Holding on to dreams means for living.
Our love is meant for giving.
The condition of my environment
Is preventing my progression towards success
I have to get out.
I have to fly free from…
An environment non-conducive to the American dream,
America the beautiful has a black eye,
it festers like the sore Langston Hughes spoke of,
where's the dove of peace?
if the street rainbow has no gold at end,
just tarnished brass.
What of real love our street need?
Real justice our souls bleed?
Ancestors died fighting now they being made a mockery.
While death falls freely to the innocent,
Color blinded by desires.
Misprints of black and white.
Shades of gray unwelcomed.
Oh, such a familiar sight,
Lil black boys and girls
Experiencing a different world
Merry-Go-Rounds full of destruction
Creating hood celebrities.
Where being streets smarts
And hood savvy
Is glorified as success.
What the hell is happening?
When work shifts equal 8 hours on the corner.
A bullet wound your badge of honor.
Where is the love within all the drama.
How backwards our worlds have become.
Selfish desires keep us from unity.
Justice keeps us from living.
The easy way out keeps us from working.
We must start speaking our greatness back into existence.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The wind whispers
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Progression ever so gently graces my mental
Tragically coming into my womanhood
I was victimized,
In the moment,minute, and for years to come.
I keep replaying memories
While actions speak loudly
I want to escape.
I am trying to...
I Imagine myself dancing upon stars
Joy on Points
Everything becoming my being
Temporarily this was the world I lived in...
I was snatched
out of this fantasy
with a touch
A simple Touch
A Touch that seemed at one point so gentle and loving
Just a Touch.
Now violates physical essence
Dangerously invading the space of the mind
I thought my body was mine.
I claim it as mine,
belonging to me and only me
It's not for you, not to be shared
I am selfish!
Traveling through life unconsciously
I am Lost.
Losing my identity,
Slipping through life,
X marks the spot
Bruises cover the spot
Sounds enhances the spot
Fear keeps this spot,
Remember when I was me!
Me living freely!
I wanted so badly to be Freed!
Imagining I am dancing upon stars
Joy on Point!
I am becoming my being
this was the world
Before life died inside me.
Until touch stole it all.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
epiphanys of uncommon wealth
temporary relief of negative moans
In reality's hallway...
my superstardom awaits
Questioning my every move
is this the minor desire waiting for me
Lurking in the voided place,
stalking my confidence,
pulling at my pride,
Stabbing at my soul
this is the internal battle that I cannot win
.... Beads of inspiration sprinkle my feet constantly walkin w ambition
Monday, February 28, 2011
No longer haunted by insecurities
The suicide of mis-education.
A grave marked with victory.
Failure was the plague of my people,
Now progression is our disease that we wish not to cure.
Of educated conversation roam our streets,
Traveling within the ears of our young ones.
This is the noise we never want to silent.
And finally attempting to understand,
There are so many dreams to be conquered
And cycles to be broken.
The prostitution against the government
The hypocrisy of defeat,
The money and greed,
No longer defines us
Jails and graves have no place for our freed souls.
Let's have a funeral for stereotypes
That has only manipulated our enemy’s mind against us.
And false hopes of failure
Against our beautiful complexion.
Inner beauty lives.
Salute to the Ebony queens
Who make love to education
And birth geniuses
Intimacy built on
Character references instead of bastard situations
Or victims of selfish one-night stands.
Nothing but love
To the onyx kings
Who speak with eloquence and sophistication,
Instead of producing words of ignorance and remedial conversation.
Dreams of black!
Reality of Beauty.
Recognition from within.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
debates of politically corrupt politicians, with ambitions of greed and seeds of hate,
ubiquity and iniquity settle the score...
A battle where intelligence has become the target
against poverty stricken mentalities yearning for concern
in world where the simplest word attacks the being of a soul
A soul drenched in agony,
the irony of a prom queen spirit,
waring against a strippers reality...
the brutality of a strong current
beating against the shore
of my mental capacity
A Love story turned into a tragedy...
Lookn through the eyes of my heart there's no reason to accept love
to live freely
conquering fears of heartbreak
and the aches of my souls
Fighting the demons of hate
battling daybreak and sunset
where am I to go
existing in a world where to live is to die
and to die is to live....
Yet again I'm left in question
Struggling to comprehend
The beginning from the end
Of it all.
Monday, January 31, 2011
ALL VIGOROUSLY DOMINATING MY THOUGHT PATTERNS
BECOMING MY SUN MY MOON AND MY STARS
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY
PRONOUNCING EVERY WORD OF THIS WITH CLARITY
BEING THE MUSE AND THE CREATOR
THE NUMBER BEFORE BEGINNING
SOFTLY HEARING MELODIES OF YOU IN MY SOUL
FOOTSTEPS MATCHING THE STRIDE OF MY MIND
POETRY HAS BECOME MY WORLD
LIVING IN ME
BIRTHING FROM ME
DELIVERING THROUGH ME
AND FINALLY FREEING ME....
Saturday, January 8, 2011
anything beyond that would be a bliss
Conversation engraved upon the ears of my mind.
And the lips of your bein
kisses me daily....
My euphoric escape is by you alone....
The presence of you lingers in my mind nightly
leaving my mental in total awe.....
Captivated by the way a single word from you can make me smile
radiates from my soul...
Your very essence ever so gently flooding my thought process