Lil Dickie you've been a bad boy
Will have to take Twitter toy
That pointy hood you wear
Gives everyone a scare
You can't sit in big chair
You don't play fair
You send friends away
Others too scared to play
Everyone can't wear white
That's just not right
We had to vote you out
Be a big boy, don't pout
Others stepped up to the plate
There will be no hate

Symbols of bigotry always seen
Flags in yards so green
Swastikas tattooed on neck
The OGS recognize, still needed that check
Always drove pickups, could see gun in back
Must have thought they could still shoot a black
No longer  burned crosses, became our bosses
Blended in so well, sometimes OGS couldn't tell
Southern OGS had learned to forgive
Both groups knew who had killed
While we watched those hate groups marched
It was time for OGS to pull out that Bengay
Show the young bloods  how back in the day
We marched alongside side MLK
Allowing hate groups to turn back time
Should be seen as a crime
Politicians who support,spew rhetoric
Should be removed from office
In OGS terms, you gotta go

23 | 31 Poems for August 2017

I thought that I’d find closure after writing poetry about you.
But every time I finish writing, I find new ways of missing you.
I’ll try calling you or you could hit me up on Facebook or Twitter.
I cannot stand these people when they are all cold and bitter.
You should know that I’m done chasing trouble and heartbreak.
Got detours and delays, I’m still trying to rectify my previous mistake.
I could’ve handled it better, but right now the past does not really matter.
You settled for a takeaway when you could’ve had the world on a silver platter.
So, let's just keep ignoring each other, and pretend that each of us does not exist because ignorance is bliss.
Do not call me when you can text me, matter of fact, don’t ever call me again.
You only remember me and the intensity of my love and affection whenever you are feeling lonely.

It's so funny
I notice
How beyond the fall of rain
In the early autumn crawls
Masquerading as spring
In its aroma
And deep sins
Cleverly masked
in the sulks of summer
Drawing the blinds
As the sunlight suffers
The tender warmth retreating
As I think:
Spring

It's so funny
How when I look at the snow
Floating down with tire
In the grey air's mumble
Little dots
With fragile patterns
Escape the clouds
And begin their travels
Unto the hands of
Curious courtesy
Smelling of : Fresh
Smelling of : Clean
Biting nosetips and ears
In rebellion to our intrusion
Drawing our flushed cheeks in rose
Scraping the back of our throats
As huffed air makes a cloud of smoke
And I notice.


We sit and notice
The little things
The things that make us so alive
The things that should amaze
Our busy minds
But accustomed spys
Glide over
our glazey eyes
As we notice.
As we ignore.
As we forget.

It's so funny
how you squeeze my arm
A warm touch
Familiar
A "I love you"
A little sign
Affection, care
A foreign antibody
In past worlds
The slight look of worry
In your still young eyes
Wrinkled thinly with smiles
And squinty files of past denials
Mingled with tired unknowing
As you sigh
Something always on your mind
And I notice.

It's so funny
How the little things
Are all around
******* in every second with its surrounds
Recalled in such eloquent manners
As you can't see
The fear in my eyes
Wide and loud, locked in control
barred in scare
Or
The pain in my lips
Stretched into a weak smile
a clear mission: reassurance
Without any of my permission
My teeth comply in choppy channels
That I won't keep the beast inside
But will of course
Too cowardly for any recourse
Or
The scratches on my case
And the divots in my wings
Are sloppily covered
in a bleak attempt of sure
In panic of unknown reaction
As I secretly wait
As I secretly hope?
For you to look
Yet,
No one notices.

It's been a year since you
took your own life away
& left a note for me
telling me that you're
sorry that you broke

I wish you would have called
tried to talk to me before
you took the pills
but we were complicated
another friendship too far

I'm sorry you fell for me
when my heart was for
somebody else
who ended up killing me
yet you're the one who died

Your gravestone rips me in two
& the ****** up thing really is
if you had stuck around a few
more months then maybe
we'd have had happily ever after