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FlipThePoet Apr 2020
they came as teens
from West Africa,
feet dancing from rhythms
uncivilized.  

they came to live,
to learn, to make
the most of life;
eager to leave
the place that birth
them life.

they went to schools,
later university, sat on desk
once sat by whites;
learning to pronouns
words with flair
nostrils to sound alike.

they absorb the culture,
sang the creed,
then, got some rights.
to never decreed, nor
intercede from whence
they arise.
to my brothers and sisters far and wide with love
FlipThePoet Feb 2020
We all look forward to the next things in life
The next NBA team to thrive
I am still a Golden State fan
Although I'm not looking forward to them, because they trash

We look forward to the seasons to come
waiting for the snow to melt, and the sun
waiting on the morning birds to chirp, and hum
the lawnmower to sing her energetic song

-I'm looking forward to this every second to pass
hoping that the next two would run
shooting through like a bullet from a gun-

We look forward to the arrival of loved ones
counting down the days that would bring them back to our world
because who wants to live through life
with no one to share their love?

We look forward to dreams and goals
the ones sow and the ones hoped
the ones that cause us to plan for tomorrow
enduring the adversary of today

We look forward to these things and many more
like a child mentally asking "Are we there yet?" eager for it to come
knowing that when we stop looking forward
it will be tough to live through the day
so we bury our heads in these sands of distractions
that's the only way we chose to be conscious
that's the only way we breathe again.
this one is dedicated to looking forward, but don't get lost in that mirage of what's to come. enjoy the moment, stop and smell its roses
-keep flipping
FlipThePoet Nov 2019
it's okay to be a man
to be an animal
to be cage-free
to seek dominion
to express emotions.

it's okay to have enough sleep
more notes
to myself, and my unborn son
FlipThePoet Nov 2019
Even diamond chain fit on slaves
don't let pretty things hold you
b o n d a g e
don't lose touch of what's important
recognition and wealth is shallow
but I am betting you know all this already
to myself, and my unborn child
FlipThePoet Jun 2019
As I came up the stairs,
I clung to the railings
hauling myself
to take another step.

like a cold plunge,
the city's air embraced my face
welcoming every ****** hair
with an unspoken cheer.

following my awakening,
the voice of the city
echoed like victory chants
in the halls of my head
through streetcars, motor vehicles
and the walking pedestrian.

And like a livewire,
I surged with life
feeling as though
part of something vast.
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