Mama's words never cease to echo in my mind
Son...
Always remember the son of whom you are
Remember the home you're from

Steer away from greed, it drowns
Jealousy and comparison will pull you down
What you think of yourself is your truth
Never take that which doesn't belong to you

Do good expecting nothing in return
Don't pay evil back with its kind
Love yourself and remember to be kind
Money is good but it won't buy good character

In all that you do, protect you name and image
Love your neighbor as yourself
Do away with pride
Remember the son of whom you are!

The river in me
                     exists.  
Its outflow of pour
drenches the gullies
makes moist
the sand that
graces your toes
I flow into your roots
strengthen your
                   capillaries
pump liquid gold
inside your veins
loving your flaws like
kintsukuroi
you piece me together
adorn my cracks
with powdered metals,
still loving them for
being broken
a longing
              quenched
I want you dripping
down my chin,
my thighs
when you rush through
me just like that,
the soothing aqua tempest
I have always
wished for

Apathy and ignorance tainted humanity
into droplets of unsettling mists
formative actions just pours blood
as enclaves of prejudice forms unrest
Whose nations are these?
where moral compassion is tool we lack
leading to unjust unidirectional tracks
for entitlement is an illusion
a dismiss to the evolutional revolution
For many months I watch the clouds pass
asleep as the layers of the skies seduced
whilst supremacists are hanging undone
whilst terrorists are merging undone
whilst institutional racism stand undone
Who are these unsaid heroes?
tired of fighting and just trying to survive
segregation is virtually an erosion
a creation of a constrained imagination
breeding just mere criminals and monsters