I saw Black Panther
It was awesome!
As a brother,
I Feel wholesome.

Black Panther
Gives us a lot to say
Take it as a reminder
We are here to stay.

Black Panther
Is incredible
Its realism makes me wonder
about my people.

Black Panther
It's kinetic
says my father
and that's fantastic!

Black Panther
Is purposeful
Well done Mr director,
That's wonderful!

Black Panther
A Marvel movie
The hero, a brother
Brilliant in my view!

Black Panther
shows why representation
and identity was a factor
In the Wakanda nation.

Black Panther
I think Loving it
will be far better
Than hating it.

Black Panther
Is not about the Black race
But a serious matter
about our own place.


©️IB-Poetry
2/22/2018

A MacBook
A yellow notebook
Few old notepads
A winter jacket with shoulder pads
Many unfinished manuscripts
Few badly written comic scripts
Couple of pencils
A pack of pain pills
A Rocking chair
My fishing gear
Few hooks
Many books
A headphone
One smartphone.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018

Verse 1:
I want to take you to a paradise
where everything is just cool and nice
Come take the journey in my spaceship
That I built using the components of friendship.

refrain:
Come with me, come with me
Come with me to a brand new world
Come with me, come with me
Come and become my all in all.

Come with me, come with me
Come slice like a Samurai's sword
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come help me stand tall.

Verse 2:
Come let me take you on a long romantic holiday
Come with me and help me write the melody
To the love song that we'll sing on our honeymoon
Come let's soar beyond the stars and the moon.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018

Upside down she hangs
from the stainless steel pole
She moves as her legs swings
Holding firm as she plays her role
Cat calls from ***** men echoes
From the lighted dance floor
She danced in high heel shoes
Often looking through the door.

She was half naked and she knew
That was her fate as a pole dancer
She felt ashamed, for she was new
She had no rights as a *** worker
A job assigned her by the smugglers
Tired, She often thought of the end
How could she escape her handlers
They had to do this every weekend.

Somebody threw her an old dollar bill
Undulating her hips, she tried to go low
One man touched her against her will
She flinched and gave him a big blow
This brought more jeers from the men
The music stopped, in came her handler
He seemed angry and slapped a woman.

The echoes, her high heel shoe squeaks
Then the music suddenly pauses for the show
It starts with the pimpish boss and the geeks
Suddenly I began to wonder to myself, how?
How did I unwillingly become a *** slave
Can somebody tell me where I live?
Why have not a soul to tell me to be brave
Tell me, do everything you can to keep alive.

Roll calls from the pimpish boss of bosses
I was born free but now I was a *** slave,
Who is to be held accountable for the abuses?
I need freedom, I need to say bye and wave.
Upside down, for many hours I would  hang
From the steen of the stainless steel pole
Making sinful moves, making my legs swing
Holding firm to dear life as I played my role.

How did I become an object of pleasure
Can somebody kindly answer my questions?
Why have I not a soul to help me find closer
To tell me, sister, there are better options!
How soon did society forget to fight for me too
Can somebody please hola at the government,
Tell them I am a woman, not an animal in the zoo
Make a plea against *** slavery, just a statement!

Now is the time to question *** slavery
Can somebody tell my mama to keep fighting
Have not a father to free me from my misery?
Beyond my will somebody sold me, I'm missing.


©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018







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Every day I walked past the graveyard
on my way to the supermarket.
I had a premonition that those laying there
were watching me or wondering,
who is he, what is he doing in our place?
Meanwhile, I too had multiple questions
of my own ''who are they, what happened
to them during their times?
Do they know
that the world has become a global village
and we going LIVE nowadays,
courtesy of the internet?
As I continued my journey to or from home
each day thinking of those people,
who once walked this earth before us, wondering
what their lives were back then.
Back when there was no FB
or social network to supplement
their times and enhance the social propinquity those days.

IB-Poetry
2/20/2018



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Intense pain that precedes death
Too much suffering on this earth
Why do we have to go through this,
Is this what the end of everything is?

I rather die than go through all this
but yet again I rather live than die
If I die today I'll be gone and be missed
That's when my deeds will be praised.


©️IB-Poetry
2/20/2018