To die a glorious death—in awe of William Buttler Yeats
and with a thanks to Chris Rea.
Look beyond that tumult in the sky, look beyond an airman’s death.
Thunder road and Daytona’s dust, take beyond ...
Sense late on how life is deep.
Traps of routine a crisis type feat.
Like songs I hear shower me in shit.
A dog wet of smell and living in fear.
Okay Amos what do you see?
You seem to always make your...
I do not care about the color of your hair
Nor your eyes
Nor your skin
You can practice teetotalism
Or like your tonic with extra gin
It’s none of my business who you consensually sleep with
Or how or...
The black woman is dirt
Yes. Ah yes, you heard me right, I said: the black woman is dirt
But before you go up in arms listen to what I have to say first
The black woman is indeed dirt
I say this in al...
I never found religion in a church or a book, because I could never seem to fully grasp onto what they said; I could never hold the pages up to the light and label them as my truth.
Something I am gra...
Make Your Move
Pay the bill?
Or slay with skill?
You have the choice. What do you do?
Have a voice?
Or just make do...
So would you explore,
Or pay the whore?
Live life for adventure,
Or live it for s...
I am woman Hear me shout Hear me Explain why I'm human Should be cared about I explain my existence As biracial As bisexual As worthy as I can But speech is heavy-lidded with doubts that all will hear...
Growing up mixed I always had a different approach towards myself and the way I allowed myself to see the world.
High school was hard and interesting, it being a majority African-American, while the H...
We call them lost boys. We call them lost boys- not because they don't how to use a map,
Or because they're always boys.
We call them lost boys because they are lost on the world and they're view of h...
My husband dances around the word, but I know that's what he means.
I've gotten fat.
I know it's true, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
I'm not blind; I see the rolls on my back that hadn'...
Self-less sacrifice to see a prospering nation become
Do not let history forget our women who’s valour’s unsung
Rani Lakshmi, the first prominent freedom fighter No surrender
Filling our hearts with r...
I am the one who is always sticking up for people.
I am the one who doesn't have a heart because I never get hurt.
I am the one who never cries.
I am the one who is a snob. I always ignore people.
'Not the Desired Effect'
Stood by the fire, t ‘was her greatest desire, it burned; the globe of a thousand memories She wanted it bad, she wanted it good, nobody would have understood
The following poem is entitled Strange Truth. It was inspired by the Abel Meeropol song “Strange Fruit” (written in the late 1930s) that, in a comparison to fruit hanging from trees, describes a distu...
Every year, during this month, we remember
Our trials, our struggles, and some things that went wrong
We look back and think, “What could have gone better?”
And sometimes, we even wonder, “If only the...
To some people you were just a breaking news headline,
A 21 year old gone before his time,
"My heart aches for his family",
"Prayers to the Jacksons, Gadsons, Johnsons, and Brackens..please"
Rivers Run Rivers run, rivers flow, let it flow, let it flow
Creativity, never let it go
The bud that must flower, the tree that must grow
Seeds of germination, future take shape
Tis the dreamers, the...
It's just a phase she's going through, they’d whisper in their bed. but she seems so happy, he said.
It’s just a phase she’s going through, proclaimed father to father.
but she feels so free, they sai...