I once stood on the edge
and dared to look down,
spread my wings, but never
let the feathers ruffle my crown.
Pretty bird do you feel safe?
I guess we'll never know
because falling feels like flying
when both of your eyes are closed.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
My skin is brown
like the Earth way down,
my veins as long as roots.
My hair is twisted
like wandering vines
My god, I am Nature too.
My tears are waves
like ocean spray,
my eyes carry the tide like moons.
My legs are wings
that carry me
like Eagles, I am Nature too.
My whisper is like the wind,
my heart beats like rivers do.
I am Black. I am proud.
But my god, I am Nature too.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
I sometimes wonder
if my heart deserves
the bruises you tend
to sometimes leave behind.
The scars from wars
fought over lies.
Omitted fruit
tasting like paradise
on a starving tongue.
I sometimes wonder
if you will ever accept
that the sky isn't always blue.
Sometimes there's pain
and with it, rain.
But flowers grow anew.
You strut your stuff
while I walk the plank.
While your ships afloat
and my boat has sank.
I sometimes wonder
if you see me
in the midst of her shadow.
Standing and waiting.
I sometimes wonder.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
My heart belongs in Arizona
I long for the fire
of the Arizona sky.
I long for the wind
caressing dusty mountains
way up high.
I long for the blackened desert
touched by the tail of a lone fire horse
that burns like our desire
and leaves our bodies torched.
Stand with me
beneath a burning sun
that'll drench our skin
and leave our souls undone.
My heart belongs in Arizona.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
We were a photograph.
Trapped in a beautiful memory,
blinded by the flash
that imprisoned us within the moment.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
A soul asleep
found bullets colliding
and the devil was charged
only for the bullets that missed.
So Riot! Riot! Riot!
And burn it down!
Because a soul that weeps
fuels the body
that riots.
#NoJusticeNoPeace
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
And in her last moments,
my grandmother turned to me
with tears swelling in her tired eyes
and said
I weep not because of the beauty
which I am leaving
but because of all the beauty
which has yet to come.
I still weep with you.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
I remember your words
flowing from your lips
like liquid fire
warming my tired bones.
Oh, what is sober
to swaying hips
that swirl like jack
in a clear glass?
Drink my soul dry
like numbing whiskey
teasing the tongue
the way you tease my thoughts.
I take in every drop
of you
like the addict
I am.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Blessed are they
who see hope
amidst the perils
of heartbreak.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
My feet tease the path
as I dare to venture
deeper into my own
simple pleasures.
Beckoning to the trees
to sing the melodies
of our tired ancestors
as the wind flows through their leaves
like fingers over a harp's strings.
The hawk dances with the shadows,
daring the sun's rays to cut in,
hand outstretched, shinning and asking
may I have this dance?
The owls hoot the language
of muzzled tribes.
Low and deep,
filling the forest with the vibrations
of forgotten souls.
And as the world calls,
the armadillo crosses my path.
It follows me to the ledge.
It offers me it's armor
and pushes me off the edge.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC