so empty despite
the grains and flow of the milk
i hunger once more
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 9:32 AM UTC
bodies drop, no pulse
graves with no name inscribed on
downtown festive no more
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
The words of the King, said long ago and towards a vision of he who no longer breathes,
Of a future where different colored children are intertwined and men sees but not seethes,
Spoken by a man of dark skin who rose to be the king of freedom and equality and love,
Spoken in front of tall white buildings and spoken below a flying white dove.
He said, “I have a dream,” and those four words became a legend told to the next century
He raised his hands and shouted to the sky above, “Freedom and liberty!”
Even as decades went by those words were repeated and repeated, darkness into dawn,
And when children ask for the source, men say, “The Luther King is his name” to the fawns.
Yet of new times, southern states are still with loaded shotguns, ebonic skin shun red in the sun
Voices heard, yet brown children still fall seperated and their killers still hold loaded guns
Their mother(less)s hold them—Pietà—and shout to the sky above, “Freedom and liberty!”
And marches with signs saying “Black Lives Matter” carry the wake and funeral for equality.
Reaper comes to take the child, yet in death's place is the plants of a possible future of hope
Where society rebuilds and remakes and rehashes and restores, for light we wish to *****
“Is justice and righteousness rolling down?” "Is it like a mighty river who saves?”
We the people ask, and the King wonders too—the King, your king, who watches from his grave.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Prisms of a heart
Shatters of mind and soul and
Lessons for a hurt brain
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
Strings around porcelain skin
Bruises that are so thin
Skin never grows
Face never shows never feels
Twirl can she ever
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
You know
It’s like a feat
It never stops or misses a beat
It’s like a feat
It’s like a dream
It takes you down an imaginative stream
It’s like a change
It surprises on what’ll be an exchange
It’s like a nightmare
It gives out a sickly red herring glare
It’s like a fall
It rushes out to a crying yet crackling call
It’s like a feat
It stops or throws out a defeat
It’s like a feat
You know
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
Casket of regrets of
A man with a bad past whose
life has gone to death
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
I pluck you out to
Be free from my sorrows but
You somehow grow back
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
Red drops and red lips
Open heart and broken bones
Blue skin and no flow
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
My dollhouse opens
For all who seek lies and
Delusions stead truth
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC