My eyes met the Sun and we rose Crack the sun-kissed knuckles Sink hand to waist Handful of tattered tee Raise above head it plummets to familiar floor Skin exposed Eye-fingers inspect Know every
She is a noose still soiled with rotting chips of bloody skin She is the floor freshly mopped for the wrong man to stand on She is a maze a lion’s lair and a labyrinth She is the prize in the
We only care in short bursts Love is an unexpected expenditure for those trying to hold life between their teeth Survival makes it hard to speak We prefer physiological affirmatives so we don’t
Have you heard people refer to our current COVID realities as “the new normal?”. I’ve recently been exposed to this asinine vestige of verbal vomit. Too harsh? meh Here’s the
There are times when we need Elder’s words to wash over us like a healing salve. Like scripture the following mixture be suture. Feel free to add your favorite Black Revolution quotes to the
FYI This is a follow up to my PREVIOUS post (linked in red below). If you haven’t yet, please check it out. I was worried that an insightful response to my message would yield no response or a
My former teacher (White) shared a video (That I find yucky). I replied to him privately. For me this wasn’t a “gotcha moment”, but hopefully an opportunity to teach. It’s rare that people
Failure and success are not moments. What this means is that momentary events of victory or defeat don’t have the power to define your ongoing reality. In other words, “You may encounter many
I will not write this poem to you againYet this will not be the final timeWhite men refuse to keep their handsLanguageGodCurrencyBiasTo themselvesHow is that different from yesterdayNot everyoneBut a
