sacrificed my own sanity
to live among humanity
expected humility
i guess that comes with reality
always ending in tragedy
resulting in insanity
forgetting my own identity
what happened to diversity
i guess that i will never see
the product of creativity
escape a safer fantasy
isolated in captivity
no remnants of community
where emotions become a disability
everyone losing touch eternally
only here temporarily
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
there is a small thing, a paper cut
in my window screen
and for days now I have used it to ask every bird
every bumblebee every animal with wings
if they have met
my dead best friend in the sky
because I see her hopping from cloud to cloud
on my way
home from school all the time
and want to know when she's learned how to fly.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
I am dripping Melanin and honey.
I am black without apology.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
They say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But sometimes I ask myself, how can this be?
Cause when I look with my eyes, I only start to feel resent
and I begin to despise, the things I realize like
how my women of color have been simplified, and hypserxualized
how the black woman's body has been used and abused and now
It personifies, sexuality and promiscuity, out of all the things media feeds us these are some of the worst lies
You see cause black women are queens, and when white culture saw their worth, they were rattled
They couldn't help but try to minimize and de-legitimize, and put a guise over the eyes of all that viewed her
She is not just a big *** big lips or hips
She is the mother of humanity, in her essence from her hair, to lips to her fingertips she is a Queen, and she is to be respected.
And I will die for her honor, We will not go back into slavery days, I will not stand here while she gets up on stage naked and her body is dissected, and her soul, her essence neglected, her heart, her mind infected.
From these queens come the workers, the Kings, without the black woman we have no past and we have no future
We must protect the black woman, for she is sacred like scripture.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
The saddest thing
Isn't not having friends
But thinking you do
When really you don't
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
She wonders that if things were different, you would still be here.
A true cliche. I know.
That, if the time and space continuum allows her,
She would bend all laws just to remember what your face looked like,
Remember that time is limited, something she forgot to take advantage of,
Remember your frivolous yet intriguing thoughts spewing out of your beautiful mind that made her curiouser and curiouser,
Remember your so-called plans for the future,
The same future that knew your fate but left a happy teenager to believe that she was going to grow up with her best friend,
Until she lost her to time,
this fascinating thing she thought,
until it caught up with her,
Then it was this thing that ripped a tear through her 'perfect' fabric
of reality,
That clawed at it till she felt nothing but emptiness,
The emptiness that filled space and time.
Huh.Time.
To Time they were mere seconds.
Time got to her.
It got to her friend.
It got her.
Natural order always wins.
Time always wins.
So while we live our lives,
As we continue to forget consequences and exist freely,
just remember,
That time is of the essence,
An essence that I ensure to use every last drop off,
But never underestimate its use,
Because as we know,
Time's a *****
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
White picket fences
Four family houses
Checker pattern apron
Pie left to cool on the windowsill
Watching Andy Griffith
Paying some old television bills and hoping the kids will notice
Anything but the coldness that lies outside the front porch
The one with the swing
This is the American dream
Not really knowing what "minority" means
Fighting for a penny to put in a candy machine
"Oh, where did it go?" Some people ask
As if corruption was a thing of the past
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
i'm not a slave of compliments.
I won't overdose on injections of racism.
The only addiction i have it of the melanin in my skin.
My heritage is not a sin.
My womanhood has always been the evidence of excellence.
My faith is not a bad habit I need rehabilitation from.
If discrimination was a drug i would be high every day
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC