I want to fall in love with an artist
I think I want to marry one too
I can see him now
Taking pictures of me
From birds eye view
While I'm sleep in bed
These are things I think of as I fall asleep in bed.
My son sleep pon me
& our hearts beat
In unison
And I dream of a love where I'm free
A love that is not blind
A love that can see
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
Is it possible to
"Rest in Peace"
when your life was stolen by
the powers that be?
When you lived a short life,
getting ***** and tortured?
being gaslit and hated?
When they **** you and rule it a suicide
It ain't all black and white,
this is deeper than race
A statement that'll have every shade, red in the face
But I wear my red and black with grace
Don't know what to believe but they show me the way
****** up that you're gone and they don't cry cause thats soft
but Im at the altar with the kids and our eyes are waterfalls
At night Im sipping tequila tears and singing songs nobody wants to hear cause the tune is of a tone that is so clear, a tone of defiance and sorrow and abolished fear.
I mean why fear death? My ancestors overtook slave ships and still put themselves to rest. Id rather die fighting for whats right than get murdered on standby.
So yes, you can rest in peace. but only when you make yourself the authority
Affirming that the powers that be are harnessed with in me.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
When your 9 year-old can explain the difference between gun shots and fireworks.
This **** is so heartbreaking.
Emotionally devastating.
To be in a position where you can’t protect your child’s innocence...
When gunshots play like a soundtrack throughout the night...
When white supremacists have infiltrated your community to **** you...
When 911 has been hacked...
-Ayo Khamila
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
A man driving a semi truck down a closed highway towards thousands of kneeling peaceful protestors was not an accident.
My wife and I were there. I was absolutely overwhelmed by the love and solidarity I felt from the community as we chanted for justice—an elderly Black man with a walking cane telling me about how he’s still in the struggle for his grand babies; families honking and throwing up fists from their cars; teens dancing and singing; folks handing out water bottles and food. We marched from US Bank Stadium to the middle of highway 35W and knelt for a moment of silence for George Floyd.
As we were still on the ground, many of us kneeling and sitting, I glanced behind me to abruptly see panicking and screaming. We jumped up and dispersed with the crowd. All I could think of was finding my wife and protecting her. We clung to each other and ran as far off of the highway as we could. Within minutes, dozens of police vehicles showed up and, as we stood in shock at the edge of the highway, one vehicle needlessly sprayed us with mace. Choking and sneezing, we hopped a nearby fence to get even farther away.
As we walked down town to get to our car, already frazzled, folks kept warning us not to go down certain streets because they saw armed white supremacists waiting.
Thankfully, good friends came and gave us a ride to our car. We’re home and safe now.
I say all this to let folks know our message of justice and peace is being strategically infiltrated by white supremacists and police officers. This isn’t anything new. This has always happened throughout history. Plenty of others will confirm this has happened and is continuing to happen.
My body is tense and my system is on fire. I feel angry—yet resilient and determined. Because I know there are more people taking care of each other and working to end systems of oppression than there are people trying to incite violence and fear. And I believe that we will win.
-Joseph Micheal Davis
#BlackLivesMatter #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
I rode down my old street tonight
Walton Place is the finest street in N Mpls
Its a dead end street, deeper than it seems
You can't just keep going down that street
You always gotta leave
4 houses down on either side
Back on outta that same way you entered
less you on foot, then you in luck
cause Walton Place gotta few cuts.
Rode past my house and round to the back
Ain't much changed round here
Looks like the family's still black
I see a woman in my mama's old bedroom
I wonder if she can see me
I almost wanna snap a picture
but that a be creepy.
My heart hurts as I imagine what the walls remember
back when we were staying back there.
The living room, the stairs to the attic,
the basement, and my brother's room.
I smile as I see some stray cats to distract my train of thought
I didn't have the worst childhood but it was rough
That's the way resilient traumatized people like to talk
I still have wishes to buy that house one day. It's yard so nice, I noticed they cut down the mulberry.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Scuse me if I don't want to speak
I highkey hate you but i keep it low-key
Sometimes I feel guilty bc yall family
I'm just tryna prevent more suffering for MY family
Plant better seeds
Reap better beings
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
I miss my crazy ex
Sometimes we would argue
But never about ***
He'd put it down
I'd throw it back
Cant remember a time he didn't catch
We broke on up cause
we both had become toxic as ****
He moved to the A
And I hopped on that plane
With no shame
we shed tears, made love
and then parted ways
One last ****
we did that with grace.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
Cary cares for me
His strong mind carries me..
To the garden of Eden
It takes me to the river n shows me things I didn't see in me
He speaks life into me
He teaches me
He prays for me
Gives me my space
Knows when to stay away from me
Cary is my friend
We don't want to be lovers
less we married to one another
He's smart
and saavy
He's healthy
and generally happy
Tall and enterprising
That young man is rising undeniably
Im a sapiosexual
but I don't think he can have me
He can
Make a bitter woman believe in love again
with words so sweet, a make a broken heart mend
Now if we're meant, time will tell.
Signed,
your good friend Raquel.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
Not chasing perfection
Louder for them in da back
I said,
Im not chasing perfection
I earned all my flaws
Fake *******
Thats an insult to God
I'll shave my hair
cause I like to be soft
but if he's had me
he's been to the bush
I feel better off the grid
Social media killing these kids
Unrealistic expectations for how you're spose to look,
having your virginity prematurely took
Soo...
Likes determine how much you like yourself
But if you turned the phone off
Your mind could help
See I been taking time
to refine myself
redesign myself
redefine my rights
and realize what's wrong
what's wrong to me
processing traumas I ain't use to see
Answering questions more friendly,
like "What's wrong with me?"
"Youse a doll baby, but you been acting like your mom lately. Go say a prayer, turn it around. Sing a song baby!"
See, can't nobody be fine
if they haven't mastered their mind.
Thought I was depressed
but that was just a test
Read them texts,
As a woman thinketh
Came correct
Now I'm performing at my best
YES YES!
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
A bag for this & a bag for that
I look around and see a sea of scattered things
Scattered fears & I'll put you here's.
I got a bag for today, bout ten from yesterday. In my living room lies a thousand more. Reusable bags from companies that I let take up space. Then there's diaper bags, 2 of them to be exact. But I don't use them.
I got shoulder bags, book bags, business bags, laptop bags, a stripper bag.
I got paper bags that I use for garbage, I got a plastic bag in the can, I got handbags & they all holding nonsense.
Every bag has a story but I don't think every one is important. I done told this story of my youth and my hurt for far too long. I aint tryna grow bitter as I grow old. I think it's time some of these bags go.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC