
On the night
I learn about Demitri Allison I smoke and I cry
And I drink
And I try
And I talk
And I laugh
Like I ain’t me
I look in the mirror
And I look in the mirror
And I see
And I look
Again
I reflect
And I respect
This shell that leaves me without helmet
Exposed
To the elements
Prison
Statistics
Poor
Health
And I wanna go home
Let my family know I am not
A brown boy falling from
3000 miles up
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
I am reaching
A point
Where it is not enough for them to lovethis body
What it can do
what it looks like when its doing it
So
Very
Over it all
A whirlwind of wanting
Floods my face
From her Atlantic eyes
Part C with sight
Rising high water blues
Blind Lemon Jefferson Sonnet
I am
Drowning
In the Sound
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Poetry is conversational
we are all born
with the ability to learn
make sound
For a people
with
a language given
we make it
our own
create new versions
innovate
and that ingenuity
is nothing to be ashamed of
I am not
in the business of creating
bourgeois black kids
I am only
interested in young brown bodies
being able to
articulate and tell their stories
That is All.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
So you see
there is no
place for us
We must
create it
Being born outside
of the context
It does us no good to pretend
there is some safe space
That if we protect
this body
our mind may not be
corrupted
I will not be a black stone
hard and holding all of the worlds bad energy
I am not broken
The rules are
We are
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC