You might be an *******
if you break up with a
woman and then get your
friends to spread vile stories
about her instead of being a
stand up, guy.
You might be an ******* if
you like putting people down
in order to make yourself feel
good instead of confronting
your insecurities and dealing
with them.
You might be an ******* if
you like to touch women
whenever you want and brag
about it instead of not putting
your hand's on women and
treating them like human beings.
From the pulpit to the office,
the classroom, to the gym.
******** are everywhere
And when you die, people
always remember whether
or not you were an *******
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
The voices are gone
the doubt, the fear,
the shame, the hatred
all that is left..is me
the silence has begun
I sit here, alone in a
crowd, fighting the urge
to scream. My fight has
just begun, my misery
ready to pounce but
I am ready.
Day after day I fight
to keep my sanity
and hold on to who
I am. And day after
day my demons fall.
Slowly the sensations
dim, the battle is coming
to a close, the war will
go on but this time there
is hope that healing can
begin.
I see the path ahead of
me, it’s a path of love,
wisdom and an understanding
of ones self. Theone'sence
has ended and my voice is
ready.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Let’s talk, I know you
feel the need to speak
your mind. That you
need to get your hair and
nails done. Even if it
means putting others
at risk.
I know you feel that
you’re entitled to call
the police because a little
girl is selling water
or because of a family is
having a BBQ. The fact
that they are black has
nothing to do with it.
I know you feel that
because you love God
and go to church every
week gives you the right
to tell other women what
they can and can’t do
with their bodies.
I know you think the
world revolves around you,
that it’s okay to carry
signs with **** slogans
but you’re not racist
because you have
Jewish friends.
I know you think it’s
okay to forgive a man
with multiple **** allegations
who lies constantly
because he’s white, rich
and the president.
I know you find it
hard to believe that a
black woman could
be a student at Yale
or a doctor or a
district attorney or
a human being.
I know that you feel
being called Karen is
some form of racial
slur, that you feel
oppressed even bullied.
That you don’t understand
why everything is not
about you.
Well, Karen, it was never
about you, so go back to
your empty conversations,
your bubbles of white
privilege and your cottages
on the lake and let the real
world alone, we are much
better off without your fake.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
It’s all about you, you’re
the guy who found religion
the one who tells everyone what they
should think but screams victim
when challenged.
You ***** a woman behind
a bar and get more sympathy
than the woman you violated.
Judges will protect you, give
you a lighter sentence for
your “5 minutes of action.”
You drive drunk killing four
people but you serve no
time because of who your
daddy is. You get a suspended
sentence.
You shot a black man for
Knocking on your door. You
Shot Colton and ***** Tina
but it’s okay, they weren’t
The white color anyway.
You drive a van into a crowd
because a woman won’t sleep
with you. They won’t call you terrorist
because that term is only for
those who are brown.
You shoot a man sitting in his backyard
22 times for holding a cell phone
and then take a mass shooter to
burger king before taking him to jail.
You walk around with tiki
torches, dressed as prep school
boys armed to the teeth. You drive
a car into a crowd killing a woman
but there are “good people on both
sides”
Taking responsibility has been replaced
by hypocrisy, understanding by ignorance,
the right thing by the right wing
But none of that matters when you’re
Not the White Color
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
I sit there watching,
as the last minutes
of your life reveal to me
the path you have taken.
I hear your cries as you
wake in an abandoned
world....alone. Taking
your first steps with the
help of no one.
You’re left with those
nobody wants and yet you
find your voice, you find
your soul, you find your strength.
I watch as you grow into yourself
into your person. I watch as the world
takes advantage of you in
unspeakable ways but never
breaks you.
I watch you carry your first child
and then your second. You teach
us to live, to love who we become.
Your touch creates beauty everywhere
you go.
Your spirit is strong even though
your body is not. I watch you struggle,
unable to help but you tell me not
to worry.
I watch you fall, trapped between this
world and the next I am reminded that
all paths must end. As you expel your
last breath I see your spirit escape to
freedom.
I smile as the tears roll down my face
for I now know that your path has not
ended but continues.....in the hearts of
those your beauty touched and the
lives you changed.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
I dreamt about you last night
first time in 6 years but it felt like yesterday
A spring afternoon with the sun on our faces
the first time I said I love you
You pulled me up from the depths of hell
and locked up all the demons
You made the bad dreams go away and
for the first time taught me to live
You had my heart the first time I saw you
you sauntered in and made yourself at home
you put a smile on my face
whenever you walked into a room
Your smile burned so bright, it was enough
to make me weak in the knees
Your love was even stronger but
it was your humanity that made you perfect
I dreamt about you last night
first time in 6 years but it felt like yesterday
You’re gone now but that’s okay for
the lessons you taught me are still here
and because of that I still love me
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
You’re the face of the angry parent, cutting me down with your words.
The face of the bullies waiting in the school yard to share their insecurities with me.
You’re the face of the neighbor, the best friend, the preacher, the teacher, the face of the men who ***** me.
You’re the face of the police officer, the judge, the politician. Those who would rather blame the victim than deal with violence so many of us face on a daily basis.
You’re the face of the vanishing lover and the absentee father, your the face in the bathroom mirror that I can’t wipe away.
You’re the faces that I carry with me everyday. You remind me that I’m still here, that you did not break me. The face that I wear may be cracked and worn but it is one of dignity, strength and defiance.
The face is me
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
From the moment you are born there is someone out there ready to take you, they see you as more of a commodity than a person. They created laws so they could legally destroy you. You are left with soulless men and women who reached into your soul to try and turn you into one of them.
Their stinging words that come from the end of a switch, beating, ****** their ideology into your soul. Punishments come when you try to be yourself and as the years go by you slowly begin to disappear. And when they are done with you they toss you aside, leaving you with a lifetime of scars that never truly heal.
Generations of souls with no place to go, ending up on the streets of broken glass and towers of steel, drinking poison to dull the pain. You were taught to hate yourself by, taught to hate your people, your way of life. You continue to walk the path of broken glass and spent needles looking for your next release from the pain.
You want to give up, but you can’t for that goes against their beliefs. You try and escape with a pocket full of memories and a faint hope that the Creator is watching. You meet more lost souls on your journey all seeking to be healed. Together you begin to share stories something which is forbidden but you do it anyway. You soon discover that you are not alone and through these shared stories you have found a new family and a way to heal.
Your new found family invite you to sweat, as the heat rises your memories start to return. You share your story of the soul takers, the empty ones, the aliens who violated your world. As the heat increases, the songs get louder. Loud enough for the Great Spirit to reach down and heal you. For the first time in many years you see your mother, your family all your relations.
Like the tears flowing down your face so do the memories return to your soul, piecing you back together like a broken mirror. And though cracks remain they are there to remind you that you have lived. The Great Spirit leaves one parting lesson, go out she says, go out and find my children, bring them to the sweat , save as many as you can.
So you return to the streets of broken glass and towers of steel. You slowly bring your brothers and sisters to the sweat and together you begin to teach our youth to work together, to heal the land and it’s people. So future generations can grow into their destinies.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
Grow
I am a man who has made
mistakes, I have fallen down many
times but I get up. I continue to grow.
You, want to remember me for who
I was not for who I am. You demean me,
you see what you want to see.
I challenge myself. I continue to grow.
You tell stories about me. You try to hurt me.
I fall in love. I continue to grow.
You hate her. You call her a *****
Together we grow, our love becomes
stronger.
You try to break us up.
You fail.
We build our lives together,
our love creates one more.
Your hatred begins to consume you, you’re
left bitter and cold.
Our love forgives your hate.
Your hate begins to fade, becoming a
distant memory.
Our love continues.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
You were born only to be abandoned. You grew up with the unwanted, herded like cattle by strangers in white collars. People passing you by like yesterday’s news.
Abuse was a daily issue, something to be expected and something that happened often. You would carry the sting of their violations like scar on your soul. But you wouldn’t let it corrupt you.
You found love with a man who created troubled landscapes, who gave you two children. And when you began to thrive that man who created those landscapes walked away.
He left you behind with two mouths to feed. You found a strength you never knew you had. And when another bout with love gave you one more you still stood tall.
The life you created came out in your art. You were a teacher, you taught us about our traditions, our people. Your stories were so popular that children from different lands began to benefit from hearing about our history and ancestors.
Then one day in May, you went to sleep, you joined our ancestors in the spirit world. People from all over who were touched by you shared their stories but we were the ones left to pick up the pieces.
Now 25 years later, we thrive. Like you taught us, we continued the story. We see you every day in the smiles and laughter of your grandchildren. You taught us to grow, to be ourselves and because of that you will never be truly gone.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC